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I don't really know how to work with metal, and I don't have the . . . parts.
I wonder if the museum I dimly remember from my childhood as being in Southie still exists, and still sells random scraps and cast-away . . . bits.
I wonder if there's somewhere in Boston like the placebrooksmoses pointed out at one point, as being a place where one could get odds and ends and bits and scraps. I think that was something he said, but my memory is shot. . . so I'll ask.
I want to commit artwork with edges. I want to commit artwork with copper that will go green someday. I want to commit artwork in three dimensions, which I haven't done for so long it just now strikes me that it fucking hurts.
I don't know what artwork I want to commit, but I can see pieces of it, in silhouette, in hints, in lines in my mind, in the way something curves.
I would say I want to commit artwork in metal and glass, but that I know I can't pull off, I just don't have the skills. But that's the feel. Metal and glass. Edges. Lines. Curves. Negative space. Edges.
*broad, indicative gestures* Thing.
Addendum: I find my mood inexplicably brightened by the existence of a bouncing cat head for 'morose'.
elisem's entry-concluding questions.)I don't really know how to work with metal, and I don't have the . . . parts.
I wonder if the museum I dimly remember from my childhood as being in Southie still exists, and still sells random scraps and cast-away . . . bits.
I wonder if there's somewhere in Boston like the place
brooksmoses pointed out at one point, as being a place where one could get odds and ends and bits and scraps. I think that was something he said, but my memory is shot. . . so I'll ask.I want to commit artwork with edges. I want to commit artwork with copper that will go green someday. I want to commit artwork in three dimensions, which I haven't done for so long it just now strikes me that it fucking hurts.
I don't know what artwork I want to commit, but I can see pieces of it, in silhouette, in hints, in lines in my mind, in the way something curves.
I would say I want to commit artwork in metal and glass, but that I know I can't pull off, I just don't have the skills. But that's the feel. Metal and glass. Edges. Lines. Curves. Negative space. Edges.
*broad, indicative gestures* Thing.
Addendum: I find my mood inexplicably brightened by the existence of a bouncing cat head for 'morose'.
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Shape? Collapsing? collapsed? birthing? opening? closing? Like a rock that was eroded that way? Organic?
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(Wordage broken, sorta.)
Unh. Not-organic, but suggestive of. Metal bad material for organic, neh? Probably if I do this right it'll have . . . layers of interpretive meaning up to here.
I . . . don't have . . . language for the bits of shape in my head.
Uh. Damn, I could quote a song for parts of it but I don't know if it would resonate.
Thing!
(More seriously, talking at the notion is helping me formulate more clearly, even if I can't actually, uh, express worth a damn.)