11 October, 2008 at 7:07 am (art, blue-eyed crow, work) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

The retreat is over and I’m here to testify that luggage filled with tools is heavy.  Very heavy.  But the steel bench vise did come in handy!  The retreat was fantastic, being with other artists is energizing, but I have a hard time creating around other people, so I didn’t have to worry about carefully packing up a lot of delicate finished pieces for the trip back.  Just heavy tools.  Did I mention the bench vise includes an anvil?

The box in the photo is a simple one, I love the face.  I’m trying to find more of these vintage white tins, they are by far my favourites.

In my eternal search for tools I have not been able to find anyone locally who carries a riveting hammer that is steel and has a round head, so I’m off to order one on-line because my next projects involve a lot of riveting.

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change of focus

30 September, 2008 at 12:59 am (pack of dogs, work) (, , , , , , , , , )

before a month of lock up then adoption

before a month of lock up, then adoption

Building is such a different mindset than locating materials, sometimes at first it is hard to not to wander off and explore yet another possible source of more parts. ( I am grateful that there are people who are willing to package up fiddly little broken bits and put the word out instead of throwing them in the trash – I hate breaking things, especially if they are old, and I need material to build with.)  After resisting the urge to hunt and gather, it’s easy to go too far the other direction and find myself trying to build a tiny steam engine when I don’t actually need to power anything, it just needs to look like it’s possible.  Finally, after cruising back and forth picking up, fitting together, rejecting parts and picking up others, I’ll have the pieces I think I need.  A bit of a wrestle, trying to make them work in a way they were not engineered to do, then rivets and glue hold everything together.  The next day I face the mass of boxes and trays and wonder how I ever got an idea for the last project.

The photo is one of the pack of dogs who keeps me company and reminds me to take long walks, this was the picture the shelter took when her previous owner turned her in.  After a month of not eating the pound’s dog food she looked even worse, but nine months later she’s the pretty girl of the bunch.  I’ll post a current photo later.

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