The glass .... It smashed

Sooo my glass finally came out the kiln... I carefully, drilled four holes into the glass without breaking, cracking or so much as splintering the beautiful slump....

I also managed to carefully hang the piece firstly with string then thread so it seemed to be suspended in mid air.

It peacefully swayed, back and forth.... Hypnotising me with each silent movement. 

It was exactly how I wanted it.... In the sense of the feeling one got in its presence. 

Size matters....

As well as experimenting with materials I have also played with size, would this allow more options with the materials I could use ?? 

Even icing sugar, it maintains the childlike element of the work as it smells sweet but it's too fragile. 

Staying with the youthful aesthetic, I also played with Fimo... This beautiful captured the imprint from the wood and was strong enough to cast a hole through for hanging. 

Above I have played with an idea I had for display, bringing in pictures from my own child hood. However for me this was too cliche, too obvious. And while delicate it was delicate in all the wrong ways. Someone described it as "cute" which I really was not happy with!!! 

Upon asking my sister, I was pleased to hear she agreed: 

"It does preserve it. Of course. I just think it's a little bit literal. Like a message in a bottle or a time capsule. I wonder if there's something else that would preserve these memories. Surely all art (perhaps not installation & performance) preserves to a certain extent.  The jar turns the piece into an contained object - which I think is a shame. I'm not trying to be critical btw, and I think the idea is great... But I think you can take it further... "

And so I continue.... 

Moulds moulds and more moulds

In the process of trying to find the right medium to create the right aesthetic, one must try, try and try again 

So far I have created, glass, plaster, rubber, plaster of Paris in the hope to create a delicate looking "swing" 

The glass is beautiful but not as delicate as is have liked. The plaster of Paris, again whilst clean and simple it doesn't give an air of breakability, unsafe, limbo that I need. 

Rubber Moulds of all things old

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