When I was a kid I remembered looking at jewelry in museums listed as “lost wax process” and naturally I wondered how they knew it was that process, if the process was lost. It turned out, of course, that it’s the wax that’s lost in the process, not the process being lost, itself.
These came out OK. In retrospect, I should have made the original mold from some artificial shapes, not natural ones; it turns out the natural spears have a surface texture that is not really smooth.
When I was a kid, snow meant sledding, snotty nose, wind-burn, and sometimes a few bruises. Later, it meant walks in the woods with my dogs, who (as dogs do) acted as though it was all some magical special effect I had put on for their amusement.
It was a friday night and I had planned dinner in State College with a friend, but she couldn’t make it so I stayed home and played computer games.
Since the forge is down, I don’t have a place to smelt metal, which has put a big crimp in my silver casting projects.
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
I grew up in New York from age zero to six, when my family moved to Baltimore. Dad left Columbia University after the student riots [chronicle] and took a position at Johns Hopkins University. I still consider myself a New Yorker when it’s convenient to be.
It’s an act of hopefulness to make art; the artist is implicitly hoping that something of their creation will survive even if it’s only in memory. When I’m feeling stressed or at loose ends, I try to create something, even if it’s just for myself. I guess it helps cement my existence, to myself.