i’m done with necklace number three
t’was balls of fun—let’s shout WHOOPEE!
what’s next?—i think i’ll take a break
but mostly it’s for Gaia’s sake
commission three of 3
a little advertising won’t hurt
but will it dish out the pay dirt?
because, i’m one terrifying trend
that might portend or offend
and on cracked.com you’ll find the buzz
that cat hair stuff is anything but fuzz
yes, they can humor me all the same
but just you wait
cat hair jewelry will put them to shame!
For weeks and weeks I fussed then cursed
My mind was trapped and at its worst
No creative thoughts were to be found
My mental state had run aground!
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I begged my kitty—help me please
I badly need your expertise!
With Thinking Turban on his nod
Designs soon flew—and none too soon!
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And now, let’s see him strut his stuff
With Metro Cat he sure looks tough!
Be bold! Be sharp! Is what I caught
From kitty Gaia’s train of thought
So off I went, to make with zeal
A necklace, of fur and steel
A work of art, that would appeal
To Gaia—and end this ordeal
But no, that would have been too smart
It didn’t work. Tomorrow? Another start.
A new cat hair necklace.
What is this? A spontaneous combustion of neurological activity. Yes! The brain was on a roll in this creation, throughly in the present moment, no saved mental image to refer to.
After a couple of months cooped up at home, I finally am at the studio. In front of me is beautifully colored plated wire—rose, sea green and aqua—as well as a handful of cat hair orbs, begging to be part of something. And so it just happened, my hands, my mind, my joy, began the process of birthing this piece over two sittings.
The final result: An outrageous spirally cosmic blast!
In this image Gaia looks more impressive than anyone I’ve ever met in real life, he looks like he should be in charge of something important, like immigration or the military.
An elegant necklace made from tubes and orbs of cat hair.
This past May, while I was laided up, recovering from a foot operation, a second design, based on Mr Tubular, a necklace I created previously, began percolating. It rolled around in my mind for days, actually weeks, before beginning the process of rolling then forming the hair into tubes. That was the easy part. Wire wrapping those elongated shapes, with brass, was a pain and I almost gave up! But I persevered instead.
Gaia is such a gracious model. Not only did he pose for me with the necklace around his neck, holding still for many shots until I got the right one, but allowed me use of his wide back for an overall view of this piece.
And the final necklace: just cat hair and brass wire.
Another cat hair necklace.
This cat hair creation gradually emerged from the depths of my nighttime wanderings — that foggy, etheral place where my designs grow and evolve.
It began as this seed image: white orbs floating above wispy thin wires.
Over weeks it stewed then matured, until I was ready to draw it forth. And forth it came, into the hard reality of phyicality, abet modifications.
Welcome my delicate and asymmetrical cosmic spirals!
Materials: stainless steel, silver wire and cat hair, of course!
A new cat hair necklace.
Elegant simplicity and fun.
First. Start with handfuls of Gaia the Ragamuffin’s meringue beautiful hair. Roll into tightly formed orbs. Five is a nice number.
Next. Add sparkling sea green wire. Twist wire around and around and around a stick. Voila! A spirally tube of wire.
Last. Find the cat. He is the best model.
A small piece of sheet metal.
Add to that, some cat hair.
Then, lots of time to spare.
Ten hours, to be exact, while I waited for the art admirers, the looky-loos, the students, and, maybe the buyer, during spring open studios this March. There was lots of dead time between that occassional visitor. Enough space I figured, to allow the creative juices to get juciy. So there I was, at my work space, feeling creative and, why not, I had nothing to lose. In front of me was a small piece of sheet metal. I closed my eyes then opened them to the metal. I took hold of the metal. I allowed the metal to speak to me. “Make me into a neck piece,” it communicated. With metal shears in hand I made two cuts, one here, one there. It now had a left and right side, or the ends I would need to attach neck wire to.
A few visitors came and went, a beneficial distraction to the creative process, it has the affect of refreshening the mind. Now, where was I. Again, I take the metal in both hands. “Go ahead, cut me some more.” OK I will. I had to obey. Creating is another world, or mindset, one where the logical mind is told to get lost, go away, come back some other day, because right now I am here to play, and you can’t stay. My hands took the shears again, cutting the metal in two more places. Next I intutitively bent and shaped the cut metal, giving it’s shape volume. Then I saw it, Octopussy! That was how day one ended.
The next day, I placed myself in front of Octopussy. She had an exoskeleton, or form for sure, but I needed to incorporate cat hair as well. The arms that extended outward seemed to call to MEow. While I rolled the hair in my palms, disks of flattened hair passed through my mind. And that is what I ended up doing, making disks of different sizes, wrapped with steel wire, which hung from the arms.
Oh, how I would like to be,
. . . in an octopuses garden in the shade.
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