Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Week in Photos

WHO is this grown man and where is my Baby Seamus????!!!!! He is so beautiful it hurts.
I think my womb is weeping in jealousy: soon enough, my clock, soon enough!

And speaking of weeping with jealousy, where oh where can I get a Peanut of my own, huh?

She was like a balm for my soul. A stinky, barky balm that I wanted to put in my suitcase and take home with me... Jones and Jane wouldn't even notice the change!!

Gorgeous. Khobe's back yard was full of incredible cactus.... she has a knack for making things grow.
I am in awe and in love with her incredible life.

Les and Andrea of NC Black - yes, indeed yes: these teachers are incredible.
Check out their schedule and see if they're coming through your town!!!

Gorgeousness everywhere.

Like right next to me at work. Miss you, Sister.

Khobe Delucca, delicious dish of motherly bliss and a kick-ass teacher and friend.

Phil, with a serious case of sausage palm. You might want to get that looked at, sir!!!!

Breakfast of champions, with Jessi hamming it up - I miss you already, lady :)

Bowie, half-owner of my heart and soul. Sigh.

Baby Lili. She made me realize it's high time I became a mom.
Seriously.
I am in love!!!


The last day I spent some quality time with my dearest GF Terra in Venice Beach where she lives in the cutest little Chalet. I treasure our time together, always!

And then there's this boy who welcomed me home with a whole lotta meowing along with Janey and the Schmill: no matter how great a trip is,
it never beats coming home to them.

Love you,
Allison

P.S. - who sent me caramel??????????? NOM!!!!! and thank you ;)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

SALE- Metal Shop Open




Straining for Art

I've had a major epiphany out here on the road over the following five days, and being that it may benefit other artists out there, I thought I'd take the time to share my newfound mental freedom with you.

The subject came up in one of my late night talks with a bestie I was learning with over the course of the week: we'd go to bed at a decent hour and end up talking or laughing over a million subjects and waking too early the next day with heavy lids.

It was sleep-over-a-riffic!!!

One night the subject of the creative well came up, and I lamented that over the last few weeks my cache of new ideas had become as dry and brittle as New Mexico before Monsoon season;
ideas simply ceased to flow.
This was extra terrifying because, as a working artist, I depend on this wonderful waterfall of inspiration for my marital share of our daily bread:

what's a dry girl to do?

Well, I muscled through it. I revisited older designs, touched back on classic pieces I loved and wished to innovate as best I could and generally woke with a lot of fear on most days, the most recurring sentence being,

"What if I never get my groove back?"

This nail-biter applies across the board, be you saleswoman, handyman, crossing guard or pro ball player: when the juice you count on is tapped out, where do you turn for solace and a possible refill?


Well, we mostly muscle through it, don't we? We grit our teeth, harden our jaw and make that 17th cold call, lacking the most basic interest in our potential client because we're zombified and already resigned to failure.

We run drills, knowing that we can keep floating via muscle memory for a while, hoping that in the meantime our prayers find their own answers.

If you're like me, you just continue on, fear leeching joy out of the very thing that has woken you up in the morning with a smile for nearly four years:
the creative life, well-lived.

When I hopped in my car on Monday morning, I was shocked by the warmth of the sun and the fall leaves in south San Jose, and even more surprised by my emotional response: why had I not taken drives to see them?

Had I really just spent the last few weeks in my house, deep in the foxhole of concentration and fearful thoughts?

What sweet relief there was in seeing the greater world, feeling the wind on my face as I made my way to Long Beach: what a moment!!

In my midnight whispered talking with my fellow student, I was finally able to articulate the idea I had been having about creative fatigue and what roads one could take to climb out of it - I will share them here with you, and it is my greatest hope that they will help you, too when the skill you most rely on becomes seemingly dormant.

1. Learn:

take a class, cheap ones can be found at community colleges and adult centers around the country: just google your interest and I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised with classes you find that are available in your area.

2. Set up a fund for your creative well:

20 dollars a week when you're flying high on endless ideas will really come in handy when you're dry a few months later:
three months of this kind of saving could mean $240.00 towards a class or a weekend trip to refill your well when you need it most.

3. Don't be afraid to take a break:

A well-placed walk can rescue you from a void: meditation will assuredly give your brain the space to breathe and problem-solve without force or fear.

4. Ask your mentors:

When you come to a sticky place in your professional or personal development, ask an esteemed colleague or beloved icon what they've done when faced with similar circumstances: you'll find that they have been there, survived and will likely find themselves revisiting growth as we all do: their larger breath of experience may mean excellent advice will be passed down to you: at the very least, it will mean that you no longer feel alone in your confusion or grief.

5. Confront your Fears:

As though you were old friends, ask your fear or inner critic what they need most and then listen patiently for their answer: you may find a poignant response where you expected harsh criticism or a bottomless pit.
Perhaps it's as simple as adjusting your schedule or canceling an unnecessary meeting: it may be as complicated as counseling to heal an old wound or learn tools for a better life.
Whatever the answer, you may be surprised to find that you have compassion for the very thing you reject in your psyche.

6. Practice Gratitude:

Things always look better when you are grateful for what you have, be it a little or a lot: practicing mindful gratitude opens the door for more of the same and makes you a whole lot more fun to live with, work for and be around.
Make a daily list of the people, places and things you marvel over: it's fun and uplifting.

I think I personally am done muscling. Taking the engraving class opened up a place in my heart and head that I've forgotten about and I feel committed to creating in a healthy and measured manner.

I know I'll fail sometimes and ride the tide of genuine inspiration too hard to its bitter end, forgetting to go to the beach and flip out over a new restaurant or museum, but I will come back to this post when I need reminding.

Right now I am clear and excited to come home and dig into new techniques and designs.
I don't want the spirit of fear or lack-driven angst in my studio:

there is enough of everything that I have ever needed and I need not look farther than the world outside my door to find it;
adventure awaits!!!

Love,
Allison












Sunday, November 7, 2010

Lucky Strike, My Dears?


A NOTE: ALL PIECES IN THIS POST CABBED BY MOI!! :)
Just in case you were wondering ;)

xoxoxo,
A

Before I left, I wanted to share with you the three Lucky Strike Agate cabs that have been created already, and more to come in the next few months.

I am taking a break from cabbing while I get some of my own equipment into the carriage house and figure out what I'll need as far as belts and wheels, etc, so it may be a good minute until the next round of cabochons emerges.

Rare Lucky Strike Agate, 35mmX38mm

Proud, dramatic lucky strike.... how do I love thee? Let me count the ways....
perhaps it's the moss, or the intricate banding that makes me tremble in your presence...

Could it be the corals and reds mixed in with tan and ebony? Unlikely cousins all, matching perfectly when it's all said and done...

Lucky Strike Agate, 37mmX23mm

One slab can yield precious many patterns: the above cabochon, rich with feminine pink and a wonderful, nuanced matrix..... ooof. Delightful!!!!

A view from the other side...what a wonderful piece of stone.

Lucky Strike Agate 30mmX18mm

This was the first to be cabbed: to describe the joy in its corals and orange moss and speckled opaque middle, almost like rain across the distance, would be impossible.
It is intoxicating.

Like Snorkeling in Hawaii.

Flame Agate with white Plumes 35mmX25mm

There are other who have come before, shown now in all their glory, each photograph adjusted until the true colors come out: sometimes a good camera makes color pop a little too much: I want you to see how they would look if you were sitting right here with me right now:
true color.


Check out that wicked awesome drusy pocket!!! GOSH!!!

This cab is not quite finished and I am not quite sure what the material is: some sort of moss/plume hybrid, gorgeous.

This one is called "Garden of Eden"
and it makes me feel better about everything.

Brazilian Agate 55mmX36mm

Smoke signals, truly.

All of these will be either finished or set in the months after I return.

If anyone is interested in the Lucky Strike agates, do pay close attention to the blog in late November:

I will be setting a few as orphan rings
and necklaces, giving lots of advance notice before I list them in the Etsy Metal Shop.


Signing off now, write from the road later this week to let you know all that I am learning about engraving and the world at large.

Sending Love,
Allison

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The last of the Red Hot Metals (For a while)

Trois Bijoux

Holy holy phenomenal boulder opal and turquoise volcano necklace.
And I MEAN holy!!!

Oh, the fire.... I lined the outside of the opal bezel with sterling bead inside of the volcano, so at certain angles you get to see gorgeous texture in there, like a cherry on top of the already magnificent opal.

A little piece of low grade amethyst, and it's funny: when I say low-grade, that's jeweler's terms: it means less money, less gem material and less clout -
to me, it means earthier and I so love the light purple color.

To each his or her own!!

Swoon!

Finally, a pair of copper sprout earrings, lovely perfectly sized one inch circles attached to your gorgeous ears with handmade ear wires.

In the metal shop this evening!!!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Hear Ye Hear Ye!

Ahem!!!!

I am traveling starting Monday and will be gone for a little over one week.

Long Beach is my destination for an engraving class HERE with one of my dearest girlfriends.
We will stay up late-ish and catch up on all that we've missed.

With these classes I will add a very key component to my designs: I've been wanting to engrave for a very very long time: it complements tooling in a big way.

After the classes I will travel to Redlands to see Phil and his Lady Tiger (rawr!!) and figure out some album stuff with Mr. Matt Coleman. I miss my friend-family down there and cannot WAIT to drink in their company.

Should you wish to make a purchase from either shop, the last day to do so will be Sunday: as of Monday the shops will be closed until the 15th of November.

I am excited to have spent the last four days in the presence of a really special woman who has reminded me how wonderful it is to continue connecting through the web.

Volcano necklace in the Metal Shop tomorrow - eeeeeeee!!!!!

Have a wonderful night,
Allison



Wednesday, November 3, 2010

State of Affairs

A finished custom order in the Studio

The most INSANELY beautiful fall evening light filtering through the front windows of our bungalow (could you JUST???)

A Bean in my chair


Three keychains-to-be on my bench, to be listed on Friday:



there are so many things in both of my stores that are pricey, with good reason:

Leather, when tooled, take as a huge amount of time, hence the cost.

Silver and stones are crazy expensive, so there's that...

BUT art needs to be affordable, too - and so, expect pieces in both shops that

won't break the bank in the coming weeks

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This makes me happy :)

How is your day?

Love,
Allison

Monday, November 1, 2010

Trinity

Ham

Handsome Ham

Purring Ham (with crooked whisker!!)

Shy sleeper...


Just wanted to make it a three post day for the heck of it, so here are the kittehs,
hamming and shying as they so often do around these parts.

In the tradition of Mona the great, and her furbabies, the cats send kisses out into the world via their paws:
why did I sound like English was my second language with that sentence?

Goodnight, my dear friends :)

xoxoxox,
Allison


Random Winning Number!!!

The 6th comment is the winner of the contest, according to a trusty random integer source !!!

Congrats Corinna!!!

Convo me for details!!!

Thank you to all who entered and made my month with your comments and kindness.

As for the origin of the shirt? Thrift store - may you find amazing things at Salvation Army, too!!!

xoxoxoxox,
Allison

Burlesque Koi

Chinoiserie at its most supple and luxurious

Adoration at its most curvaceous and lush

My original koi design in twin, flanking a stunning high-domed fossilized sand dollar cabochon
set in fine silver and sterling, hand stitched into the long clutch (12 inches long)

Lined in the finest aqua suede, riveted and sewn with love



For you :)

xoxoxoxo,
Allison

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Contest and Sale and Love - OH MY!!!!


Enter to win the Heirloom Orphan Ring!!! - Leave a comment: tis all!!

This is a big big deal, ladies and gents. A big huge, pass-it-down-to-your-children-deal...

Contest closes October 31st at 7:00 PM Pacific Time

Sale in the Metal Shop ends October 29th at 7:00 PM Pacific Time - be sure to mention the video for your 20% discount!!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Mama's Got Three Brand New Bags

1. Robins in the Nest - someone so near and dear to my heart read the blog, fell in love and is now going to receive the bag.
I shall blog about her and her sister, whom my sister and I call 'cousins' because we love them so freaking much.

If you're reading, S, the back is finished and it makes me so tender-hearted that I know you'll be happy :) I just know it!!!

2. A long-awaited custom order from several custom cycles ago: I am too thrilled about its progress!

3. A double koi clutch, which will have a piece of stone inlaid between the beauties: I think they'll be spotted koi. Yup.

And yet I don't know what the stone should be: any suggestions?


When I am making bags all other things go by the wayside.

If I could express how hard it is to make one bag, let alone three it would be a modern dance piece full of long arms and barrel rolls, in which I spell out the word "oof" with my gestures in seven different languages.

I love modern dance.

But more than loving modern dance, I love making bags. It takes all my concentration, and yet the tasks are deceptively simple:

trace patterns
cut
punch holes
line
punch holes
tool (ha ha ha this word should have seven syllables, as it takes forever - 'tool' sounds so amazing and short for what it really is - long as the day is lovely!)
resist
stain
rivet
rivet
rivet
measure
solder
set stone
sew
stamp
love
adore
gush
loudly and soulfully sing Celine Dion songs (sorry neighbors!)*
listen to Chopin waltzes*
get weepy to the sound of Andy Williams*
dance to Stevie Wonder in between finished steps*
show husband progress every day

(*during all of the above bag steps)


and so here I am in the middle of these processes somewhere for two of the bags, the koi clutch is yet a baby and I am deciding what fabric to line it with: so exciting!

Right, Jones?


Right?


Wink ;)

Love,
Allison

Monday, October 25, 2010

Lost and Found Days

There are days where you start late
even though you woke early
Miss your favorite yoga class
end up in a tears over something small
and sit, defeated.
For hours.

Bits of grace can shine on days like this,
oh yes I know it is the truth
because even though I didn't get to the post office as planned
the post brought my solace:


I hold on to this rock
and remember she whose hands crafted its art...

I meditate on the One who brought sand and silt and water and earth together
and made a vessel out of a human dove
so that my heart could be mended
from across the miles
under this wing.

There is magic in her hands, my friends - you might do well to be healed a bit, too.

xo,
Sunny