Thursday, April 22, 2010

Raiding Party

Well, the marines of my raiding party, will be the beetle pipes. Testing has increased both my pride and concerns. Performance was simple and flawless, as it pulled nicely and lighting her up was not construed as technical, challenging, or stressful. It had a simple, straightforward operation with no learning curve, and felt compact. Brass components added to a solid weight and feel.

Stress was however expressed in the initial handling, particularly around the index finger toward the beetle's bum. Extending the legs and tightening the slot resolved this sense of imbalance as the increased sensation of pressure from the legs nullified any psychological doubt on finger placement and balance.

Slack in the abdomen was addressed with planed bolsters to prevent the twisting action that some felt created a sense of looseness and fragility. Lever action is now constrained to its intended vertical movement. I never shared the concern of fragility, but understood the discomfort associated with the superfluous yet minute twisting motion. It felt unintended and hinted at design carelessness.

Finally, an amendment in name once again. Sir John is now Sir George. A Japanese Rhinoceros Beetle is far better suited to Sir John, the three horned rhino beetle suits Sir Pete, while Sir Paul tentatively suits the rainbow scarab beetle presuming my design solution for length is robust in the test panels' hands. Sir Paul will require mechanical redesign, while the rest only surface considerations.
Thanx for sparing the time.


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The Big Payoff

Many moons ago, at university, the floodgate of creative forces buckled under the weight of stagnating complacency and released one of my earliest episodes of fearless creative exploration. All exploded as neither right or wrong existed as consequence, only release. Unfortunately, at the edge of the digital age, rare images and distorted memories only hint at the all consuming euphoria that spawned their dismissed births.

Nearly a decade later, the chance to share these exercises with a greater audience has ignited my fermented juices once again. However this time, I've developed the capacity to replicate the singular experience for the masses. My mold making and casting skills have made it possible to reach a wider audience. Yes every piece is created, developed, inspected, and packaged by me in my Bed-stuy studio.

In the newly discovered spirit of disclosure, my recent desire to share with the masses should not only be calculated as simple math to acquire coin. The currency I seek, is communion. Any and all sate derived from my work will be welcomed and coveted, as I anticipate this will create circulation and exposure, therefore increasing the probability that the following payoff might occur;

The artifact will speak to you without words or any other clumsy language system. Instead, your only recourse will be to respond with your own artifact.

Now don't get me wrong, coin is coin, but what a much smaller universe this could be if this artifactual conversation were to take place. If, two letters in the middle of life, shared the reciprocal sender and receiver.


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Thursday, April 8, 2010

More Doddles

Baby turtle locket designed to be constructed without adhesives. All the faceting will translate nicely in a tinted clear resin.

Fem fatale pipe concept. Light the tooter, cup the hooter, and steal a kiss. Uber early stage, but perhaps a famous woman like Norma Jean, etc. Of course the final piece would have to be casted in a metal.


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