Friday, December 31, 2010

Another Hogmanay and Another New Year

Well it's the end of another year Hogmanay has yet again joined us here in Edinburgh and for the first time I actually regret not being squished between hoards of over excited bodies of semi to hideously drunkards in Princes Street. Biffy Clyro is the music feature in the gardens this year and I do so love Biffy. It also looks like for the first time in many years that there is no rain to be seen, no hail or snow. Clear weather. Shock Horror! I have lived in Edinburgh for 9 years now and never done the Hogmanay thing. Smart eh. I did however go to the German Markets over Christmas and play with the camera, exposure times and pretty lights.

It's been a strange year in many ways. Sure it went fast, sure I have accomplished little. But in many ways It's been a learning curve and what feels like the final step in that “kick up the arse and adapt” stage. It's taken 3 or so years but I'm finally learning to acknowledge my health and the things I can't do and the few things I can with moderation. 

I hope that next year will be a year of discipline, art and not being so hard on myself. Every year I set myself  Firm Goals and then feel bad for failing them. This year I'll do no such thing, just acknowledge a general hope to get through a list I would like to acomplish and take baby steps. Health and Chronic pain will not dominate my life. 

Monday, December 20, 2010

Playing in the Kitchen

I haven't really cooked in forever. I love to cook, for me it's an extension of art. Painting, Sculpting – MAKING. But since my difficulties with my back I haven't been able to really stand up long enough to cook anything. Today I did and I can't say how good it felt. One of the few things I Really miss about Australia is Turkish Pide. 

There was a little restaurant in Hamilton, back in Newcastle that made the best Turkish Pide - And I do mean EVER. For 8 years now I have been dreaming of going home and having a good Pide, 8 years is a long time not to visit home, let alone crave. So I thought to hell with it, I'll make one. Close my eyes and give it a go. 

I looked online for a decent recipe but all the good ones are in Turkish lol funny that. And the others were just a basic bread mix and that isn't what I remember, so I thought Id wing it. That’s the best bit about cooking for me, Winging it. Experimenting. Throw this in and that in and praying. It's where the pleasure is for me.

I'm rather happy with the results. I think next time round I might try experimenting with some sour dough techniques. The bread was close but not quite. I threw in a lot of yoghurt into my yeast culture and that seems to have helped the texture a lot. Nearly there. It felt so good to cook something New again and play in the kitchen. Mark liked them – and they can hold near any filling, so I dare say They will become a weekend staple. This one is filled with potato, chicken, onion, tomato, cheese, and a lil parsly. It was soooo good!

Eat yer Heart out JoJo. Mmmmmm yummmo!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Metal Clay Rocks!

My first attempt with Precious Clay – I wanted something feminine and organic. In time I will make my own pearl and pin chain to go with this I think. A nice long length to hang between the breast. 


Last Sunday I participated in my first metal clay class and now I'm a total addict. I have been wanting to give it a go ever since I heard about it over a year ago. I finally thought – to hell with it, it's a birthday pressent and I'll get something back that's worth it – so I took the plunge. Part of me wishes I hadn't as finacialy I simply cannot afford to throw myself into it and grow as I would like too. Don't get me wrong you can get a fair bit of jewellery made from a very small amount of precious clay, and you don't need a kiln when you first start out – but it takes practice to be good and stand out from a crowd of people doing the same thing. 


Like most things I do – I hate the practice waste (not the practice just the physical material waste and dissatisfaction in not meeting expectations), I find it frustrating not being able to just be at the level where I feel a level of expertise and sell right off the bat, I just don't have the money to simply “practice” to get better. But I want too. I feel this is something I could become good at and really enjoy. It ticks so many artistic boxes for me. I get to draw and design – I get to sculpt in clay for testers and then in precious metal clay. I've so missed working in clay and sculpting – I also get to feed my new jewellery and bead fetishes. It's just so satisfying. I feel I could be really good at in in time.

There are sooo many pendants out there of similar design with similar textures and moulds and ideas. Art Clay has taken off so fast and is so accessible to people that anyone can do it, that's the good side; the down side is that the market is flooded with things that are the same. I don't want to start in that place. The artist in me resists using shop moulds and textures – to do similar designs as everyone else in the beginner faze. I want to design just as much as I want to create. I was the only person in my class that designed their piece from scratch and didn't take the easy road by doing a stamp, texture and mould pendant or earring that looked like everything else and everyone else work. What's the point of not challenging yourself when you can. I don't know if it's my artist arrogance, but I want people to look at something I did and say “I can see you in that”, Not something that looks like it's neighbour. I want individuality and artistic expression.

I had intended to take process photos but I got so involved that I forgot. The class was 7 hours long and we used every scrap of that time working. It was a fun environment with some lovely ladies and Emma is a wonderful teacher. The classes were held in the wonderful Little Bead Shop here in Edinburgh – My favorite bead store in town. If you live in Edinburgh and are interested in Metal Clay or beading – The shop offers a wealth of classes at reasonable prices with fantastic friendly staff and teachers. I highly recommend it.

This was my first experience with precious metal clay and It wasn't what I expected. I had worked in regular clay before and I love it – it's so silky and generous, sensual even. Metal Clay is very different. It's sticky and stiffer – it dries out fast and isn't as easy to work with. It looks easy, but in reality it takes practice to refine. It was a different experience to what I was expecting. It was harder then I had expected; but by no means less enjoyable. Most of the hands on work is in the dry stage. All the refining, defining and healing are done in this step. I loved this part – the gentle sanding and bringing the elegance into the basic design. I thought I would be more robust in my designs and tastes but it seems I'm very gurly – for me the clay lends itself to soft and feminine – beautiful organic shapes. I've been scribbling down ideas in a note book – more ideas then clay at the moment.

Liver of Sulphur is a silver clay artists best friend – the range of colour patina you can obtain is stunning – I however am extremely allergic to |Sulphur - Just breathing in the fumes closes up my breathing passages and swells me to a balloon till I Die lol – charming eh? I however do Not want to miss out on this process so I'm going to get a decent mask and go gun hoe. I will one day play in copper and bronze – but I need my own Kiln for that.

So that's my first experience with Precious Clay – Thoroughly loved it – Defiantly going to pursue it further. It's totally Addictive.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Delight

The moon gazes down on the soft dew lit ground
While the stars shine their bright light each night
We sit and we listen to the wind as it whistles
Singing us it’s songs of delight.

In a hushed voice I whisper –
Does the moon smile and glitter
When I whistle my song with the wind
Do the stars flicker nightly, in time shining brightly
As we dance to the songs that we sing.

Each night do we sing, with the wind and a whistle
And each night do we dance for the moon.
Each night do the stars, shine their sparkle and twinkle
While we dance hand in hand singing tunes

  Written- 04-02-10