As promised in the last post… Voila! Recently completed, wearable artwork! Swirling petal forms wrap the finger to conjure the depth of a rose and the feel of La Belle Époque. This Eastern repoussé and scrollworked ring is free-hand forged from 18 karat gold sheet fused to a sterling silver backing, providing the warm color of…
I’m often asked which is my favorite technique… And what I always answer is “whichever one I’m working in at the time,” because I love them all! After months of hammering my heart out via the technique of Eastern Repoussé, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in tiny orbs…granules that is, as I’m finishing up…
It’s spring! It’s also a whole host of holidays… But it’s not spring break for me. This week I avoided burning down the house by calling an electrician in time. Next week we’re back at Emory Midtown Hospital’s Cardiac Care Waiting Room…but this time my husband will be the one waiting. Here’s hoping my family…
My son loved bowling when he was young, but like most children, he wasn’t thrilled with achieving gutterball after gutterball. Fortunately, there were guardrails. As if by magic, the guardrails would slide up alongside the lane, ensuring Skyler’s kid-weight ball would bank, bounce, and roll its way to the end-goal, nearly always managing to knock…
I’ve long known that all of my most successful pieces go through an ugly stage. What seems like a great idea, progresses nicely, and then suddenly, somewhere along the way, I look at it and wonder… …what the hell I was thinking? With what feels like a boundless amount of time invested in creating my…
– Does this look weird? View it in your browser (where it will look awesome).- I’M SUPER EXCITED TO APPEAR ON THE AUTONOMOUS CREATIVE PODCAST with Jessica Abel “During our conversation, Victoria shares how being adaptable has been the backbone of her career and creative practice— Whether she’s developing new ways to teach during a…
– Does this look weird? View it in your browser (where it will look awesome).- Chromophilia I’ve been running into conflicts about color most of my life. When I was eight I begged my mother to paint my pale yellow bedroom blue instead. She insisted that our tiny ranch house couldn’t have both bedrooms be…
