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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Re: some places to get interesting scrap

[kiya]

Oooh. There's thoughts. *adds 'em to the list that Brooks sent me when I asked*

I might take a potter along the beach and see if I find anything when it cools down some; that feels like an appropriate mode of thought. (I'm a ten-minute walk from the Massachusetts Bay. I've got nearby beach about two-thirds of the time; the rest of the time I've got salt water slurping the feet of the seawall.)

Metal and glasswork have both fascinated me for ages. I worked a little with both in high school -- brass . . . I'd put it between 'foil' and 'plate'. Sharp little bastards, cut up my hands something fierce. And assembling mosaics.

. . . huh. The church I went to when I was a kid had a gigantic stained glass window, with pieces of glass maybe averaging the size of my fist /now/, all different sorts of glass, some broken with . . . damnit, lost the word, curved stress fractures, like obsidian does . . . some just broken. I wonder if that's where some of the fascination with glass and light comes from.