I want to commit artwork.

[kiya]

(Thought provoked by one of 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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[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

I want you to commit such artwork too.

Learning to work in glass sounds to me like it would be worth it, but this is me talking. I love glass. Is it you-blown glass it needs, or premade sheets?

I've been reading elisem's jewelry entries with a great deal of interest, and they've left me itching to do something with my hands. I wonder if my success with ZBrush indicates that I have the talent for clay. I doubt it: I'm good with pastels, but that doesn't mean I'd know which end of a paintbrush to hold.

I love verdigris, perhaps because I was exposed to that statue of Aphrodite at a tender age. I watched the pin of my New Age Woo-Woo Flake Anti-Ladybug pendant turn brown with a great deal of interest; on those occasions that I've handled chemicals that have left tarnish on my silver rings, I've been fascinated by it until it wore away. I don't know what it is about me and oxidization.

(There. That was all nice and nonsequitur. Look, it's three in the morning. Anyone foolish enough to hang out with me at three in the morning gets what they deserve.)

[kiya]

Blown glass is a different obsession that I want to pursue someday. ;) This is . . . light, colour, shiny shit. Stained glass-related.

What I really need, in a lot of ways, is a bucket of mixed broken glass of various colours. To Do Stuff With.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

Buying (at flea markets?) a lot of cheap glass things of various colors and then methodically breaking them could be mighty cathartic. (I'd suggest that you buy them and then save them to break the next time you feel like punching a wall, but it occurs to me that you + big pile of broken glass might not, when you're in that sort of state of mind, = a good thing.)

[kiya]

Particularly not when Bonfire's around, which he has been lately. (I become increasingly convinced that that aspect/personality is male or a really butch neuter, and thus alternate between calling it "he" and "it" more or less at random.)

I think I'd feel awfully guiltridden about breaking shiny things. Especially since I'd be most likely to find bottles, and I like bottles.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

(I become increasingly convinced that that aspect/personality is male or a really butch neuter, and thus alternate between calling it "he" and "it" more or less at random.)

I had roughly that sort of experience too, when I was becoming whatever. Not to imply that the same thing is happening to you (nor to rule out the possibility, of course; I'm sure roimata will be gay any second now), just commiserating.

I think I'd feel awfully guiltridden about breaking shiny things. Especially since I'd be most likely to find bottles, and I like bottles.

I'm pretty certain I wouldn't be able to do it, myself. I collect bottles, have I mentioned that to you? It would be like breaking a baby. But there are amoral, baby-breaking people in this world, and I figured it was worth checking to see if you were one of them.

[kiya]

Kevin and I were having a conversation about appropriate role usage and my generalized tendency to prefer to avoid situations in which my natural personae don't fit in. He's much more comfortable doing shit like that; my comment on the matter was, "I have enough personalities in my head already." He allowed as how I had a fair point.

I'd probably collect bottles if I allowed myself more span for compulsive hoarding activities. They are, after all, shiny. And nifty. And . . . stuff. You know. Bottles. But I'm busy collecting eggs.

[sashajwolf.livejournal.com]

Kevin and I were having a conversation about appropriate role usage and my generalized tendency to prefer to avoid situations in which my natural personae don't fit in. He's much more comfortable doing shit like that; my comment on the matter was, "I have enough personalities in my head already." He allowed as how I had a fair point.

I think this is part of why I'm not comfortable doing roleplay. (I know it doesn't work that way for you, though.)

[roimata.livejournal.com]

(I'm sure Roimata will be gay any second now)

Already happened. Well, kind of.
You know. Halfway.

Yeah, it's kinda official. Just don't tell my flatmates - I want to surprise 'em.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's kinda official.

I rule.

Oh, and welcome. Come back here tonight and I'll give you your mask and robe and a copy of our plans to corrupt the youth of America.

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

you called?

i do some stained glass work. how about i sort through my scrap bucket and see if i can find anything pleasing (and not sharp!) and then see if i can figure out a way to get it to apc?

[kiya]

Oooh, wow. :) That would be terrific.