Dec 7, 2013

D for Dragon, D for Dracula ...

and D for December!
My goodness! Is it the last month of the year already? NOOOOOO!!! I'm going to be a year older AGAIN!!??

Enough Drama, but D is a wonderful alphabet ... if only to represents some of my favourite things like Dragons, Dracula and even December. December means Christmas eve is near, which means we'll be doing our yearly gathering at our friend's place where he'll cook the most sumptuous Christmas eve Dinner for us. But it's not only the Dinner, it's the Conversations and the Company. Looks like C sounds as good as D ;)

Ahhh ... got carried away. I actually wanted to show you my first D for December ...

Dragon! Yes!! My first time sculpting a dragon with clay.

Greatly anticipating The Hobbit 2 next week, I couldn't help myself but to have a version of my very own Smaug. This is Tales of a Dragon.

Smaug wuz smug. Smaug wuz coy. Smaug wuz 'ere.
Unfortunately, someone else wuz 'ere too …

This piece is meant to be playful, with a little macabre undertone. I'd imagine this being hung outside an old Medieval drink house. But yet, who in those days would even understand the acronym “wuz 'ere”? Tsk tsk tsk ...

Now, my second D for December is Dracula!!!
Have you seen the new Dracula miniseries? Isn't Jonathan Rhys Meyers just mesmerizing and super gorgeous! *swoon*

This is D for Dance of Darkness.

Inspired by the latest reimagining of Dracula, this mixed media piece seeks to incorporate all the elements I loved in this mini-series. The meeting of old world opulence with industrial steampunk create a universe of wonderment, where business dealings, lust, power, world domination and secret societies all stewed into a cauldron of vampiric soup. Yet all of that would pale in comparison to 4 centuries of undying love. Imagine loving someone for 400 years only to discover she's now at arm's reach … yet … unattainable, for she has already promised her heart to someone else.
Or has she?

Aye ... my month of December put to good use :) Besides these 2 babies, here are some Dangles I made as well ...


Sail Away


Pieces of Time

This Damsel is indeed pleased :)

Before I go ... I just wanted to share another photo with you. I was going thru some old pictures this afternoon and saw this bunch. They put a smile on my face. These were my first 5 pieces of jewelry. Checked and they were dated August 2009. 4 years on ... how different visually my work looks now, yet deep within it is still exactly the same. I am still inspired by exactly the same things I was 4 years ago.

Nov 23, 2013

I know ... I've been lazy *hangs head*

I know it's been a loooooooong while since I blogged. I hope you all haven't ran away yet :) I've been particularly lazy these few months. No other excuses, sheer laziness! Even so, I have managed at least a couple of makings and here they are ....

Speak Friend ... and Enter!

the Last Song of Autumn

This ... is me fangirling over the Mortal Instruments :)
Angelic Power

These 4 pairs of earrings were inspired by the photos my dad took of his latest trip to Tibet




And this little baby, now lives in a dollhouse somewhere in Germany :)

Before I go ... there is something in the workings which I am very excited about. In a couple of days, I shall come back with some news about it *fingers crossed* ... see you soon :)

Aug 19, 2013

of journals and imaginary worlds

HAH!! didn't expect me to be back so soon eh? I surprised myself too! When I blog it means I have been sort of productive ... oh YEA!! Within a week I made 2 journals. Sometimes it take me weeks to come up with one, but when the juice is flowing ... there's no stopping me. Of course the downside to that is I become zombified cos I don't sleep. But sleep deprivation is but a small price to pay when you get to visit the worlds I do when I'm in my ON mode :) Here are the 2 babes I made ...

the Book of Making

For a thousand years she sleeps, in a vessel made of crystallized Amber. The Lady of Llewryad clutches in her breast her people's most priced inheritance … the Book of Making.

For thousands of years, the Dryad Queen and her children lived deep within the Woods of Llewryad. The world on the outside was so filled with greed and deceit, that it pained her to see her innocent children slaughtered without mercy by the Mortals for pleasure and profit. And so she decided to create for her children a safe haven where they could live free and without fear. But in order for her to do that, she must summon the ancient magic which lies within the Book of Making. Though ... this does not come without a price. 

The Queen begins to weave into existence a world free of fear for her children. As she dances and chants the ancient magic verses from the Book, the Woods of Llewryad began to fade from the Mortal world. After many moons of dance and chant, the Woods of Llewryad have altogether disappeared from our knowledge. The fabric which hides the Fae world from the Mortal world has been created at last. Weary from toil, the Lady of Llewryad falls onto the ground into a deep sleep. Her children cased her in a vessel of crystallized Amber so that she may rest in light and peace until the day when their Queen rises again to rule over them.

For many years, the Children of Llewryad lived a peaceful and care free existence. Or so they thought. As the centuries passed, and with no Queen to guide them, a darkness has sprung amongst the saplings. Its power grows and grows, and it yearns to reunite the world of Mortals and the world of Fae once again. But in order to do that, it must get its hands on the Book of Making. For you see, hidden within the verses of the Book, exists a spell so foul, that no one ever speaks of it. It is ... the Spell of Unmaking.

the Navigator

The Navigator bows deeply to his King, and solemnly pledges his life to the secret mission. He is the Empire's only hope, and his ailing King's only chance of survival.

The ancient Tree of Life is believed to inhabit the deepest, darkest jungles of the realm of Pha Thoar. For thousands of years many brave men have crossed the Emerald Sea in search of this legend, in hope that once found, the ancient Tree would grant them every man's wish ... the Fruit of Eternal Life. But none of them have ever returned to tell their tale. It is said that none has ever made it to the realm of Pha Thoar, for guarding the only path to this realm is a creature that not many dare mention its name. The demon Kraken has been the guardian to the Tree of Life from the beginning of its creation.

The Navigator sets sail towards the direction of the Emerald Sea. In his hand, he holds an ornate looking journal that his King has given him in their private audience together. He gently brushes his finger tips across the cover of the journal, marveling at strange mechanism that sits in the center of the book. Enthralled, he began to open the book, only to be dismayed at what he saw … or didn't see. There was nothing in the journal. And then he remembered that the King has told him not to open the journal until he has passed the line of division between the blue and emerald waters. For the book would only reveal its true self when it feels the energies of the Emerald crystals that lies at the bottom of the sea. The King also told him to keep the journal close to him at all times, for within those pages is the way to deceive the demon Kraken, but more importantly, the path to the legendary Tree of Life.

Three months to the date, the Navigator finally sees the line of division between the blue and the emerald waters. He nervously took out the journal and waited as the ship sails across the line of division. But before he could open the book, the mechanisms began to move on its own, revealing to him all the secrets hidden within the pages of the book. Excited, the Navigator began to read what is written in the book. So engrossed in its content, the Navigator never noticed the peculiarly large waves coming nearer and nearer towards his ship ...

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

I totally forgot to show you this in the last post ... This one was made a couple of weeks ago as a commission piece for a customer who loved fairytales when she was a kid, and she wanted to rekindle that memory. Only ... she wanted it Grimm's style :)

So I gave her my interpretation of Snow White, Grimm style ...

Turned out I was really in love with it ... nearly couldn't part with this one :)

Aug 13, 2013

of many makings

Ay ... over a month again I have not written on here. Blame it on the bad back, school holidays and Hari Raya celebration. But having said that, I have not been totally unproductive. Though I wish I was more prolific like some of my friends over at Pinterest ... Janet aka AnvilArtifacts and Marie aka SkyeJewels ... yea you super gals, I'm telling on you!! Gosh ... even the names of their shops sound super cool isn't it?!

Anyhow, here's my month's worth of stuff ...

First up, EARRINGS!!!!!

A Nomad's Tale

Love Story

and these 3 below ... which I must specially mention the artisan who made those beautiful huge rondelle ceramic beads for me. Ingrid aka PotteryGirl



Painted Petals
Might I also add that the last pair of earrings, Painted Petals was the result of my mad idea of combining some one-stroke painting into my jewelry. Once upon a while ago ... I was quite addicted to folk art. Tell you a secret ... I haven't been a jewelry artist for a long time you know. I began this blog as dabbler in folk art. Nothing spectacular, but you can see some of my folk art here and here ... and here is a tutorial on how to paint a sunflower using the one-stroke technique, if anyone's interested ;)

Besides earrings, I made 2 more book necklaces. This one was a continuity from my Women who Made a Difference collection from last post. I just HAD to add Frida, the Artist in!

And then there's this impromptu wearable book called I Chose Love ... inspired by a quote I chanced upon over the internet.

And then there's this.  A Tree of Life nestled within a house.
“Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~

I came across this quote by accident as well, and it affected me in so many different ways. My first thought went to my girls. Inevitably one day, they would leave home to seek their own fortunes. And though it would be so, would it be as the words suggest, their hearts would always return home? Perhaps. Or at least until they build their own homes whence their hearts would follow. Yet part of their hearts would always have a safe place with me and their father. As mine have with my parents. And so the cycle of love is never-ending ...

Finally, the final piece of the month ...

When the House of Raven was all but annihilated by the Darklord, the only surviving heir was a little Princess, not more than a few days old. She was ferried away into the dark woods beyond the kingdom by the Bowman, one of the Guardians of the woods. As Raven was growing up, she knows nothing of her history except that she must at all times stay within the shadows of the woods, and wear an amulet so queer, that she often wondered what it was. She lived a happy, carefree life … until the day when she turned 16. On that day, Raven was told who she really was and what the amulet really meant.

When the King of the House of Raven knew what was to be the fate of his House, he had summoned the Elder Druids to counsel. They are to cast a spell on the magical book of the House of Raven, so that no one would find it except its rightful owner. The Elder Druids then thought of the most brilliant plan. They turned the book so small, that is would be unrecognizable even in plain sight! Satisfied by the plan, the King did the unthinkable. He cut off one of his arms, and asked the Elder Druids to turned it into a tiny wing so that a part of him may travel with his beloved daughter through her difficult journey ahead. Together, the book and the wing would accompany and protect Raven through her childhood years, and when she comes of age, they will help her return to power and claim her rightful place as heir to the Kingdom.

Raven must now embark on a quest with the Bowman to find the blind Seeress … who is the only one that could unmake the spell and turn the book back to its original form.

* Cross Stitching inspired by the lovely work of Bibliographica

Jul 7, 2013

Women Who Made A Difference

Lately, I find myself being fascinated by images of women. I think it all began with the piece "the Concubine". I have a collection of vintage images of women, a few of them which I use more than others as I loved the feel they exude. So over the week, I decided to make some little book necklaces. It's funny how every time I want to create a series to represent something, the first thing I think about is books. This week, I made 3 little book necklaces to honor the women who made a difference.

Mary, the Virgin

Amelia, the Aviator

Jane, the StoryWeaver

Do you know who these women are by their first names?
I'm thinking of making two or three more of these, just waiting for inspiration to strike :)

Apart from these book necklaces, I did make some earrings too, putting my dapping tool set to good use!

Arpeggio, a series of chords in music, represented by the chain drops on this windchime-like earrings. Honestly ... these pair of earrings look so much better in person. Just like in human beings, I find certain pieces photograph better, whilst some look much better in person but just don't come out well in photos. Maybe it's my photography skill ((O_o))

The next pair is called Timeless ... just as old handwritten letters are. I'm afraid the internet has deemed the beautiful communication method of letter writing obsolete. What a shame!

Finally, this pair is a playful one. It reminded me of a fortune-teller gypsy in a caravan. Fortuna, is a pair of super long earrings, measuring a whooping 6.5 inches from earwire to tail :)

Hokay! I hope you guys enjoyed these pieces. Off to make egg toast for the older girl and then prep some steps for my dance class tomorrow. Yup ... I've started to teach dance again, now that I have some time to myself when the baby goes to playschool 3 days a week :)

Jun 22, 2013

the Concubine

If she had died, he would never have forgiven himself. It was his mistake, his negligence that led his Dark Queen to his beloved. He thought that the Queen had retired to her chambers when he dived into the dark of night, wings fully spread. Little did he know that the Queen was waiting atop the highest tower of their palace with one of her flying Chimera which she had especially engineered to do her bidding, and hers only. She rode the creature and followed him into the Void, and into the Mansion of Black Steel. He had led his Queen straight to his beloved Concubine.

The Mansion and its beautiful gardens were all but destroyed. It was a battle between two of the most powerful dark forces in the universe ... him and his Dark Queen. He had, just in the nick of time, deflected the spell that the Queen had hurled towards his Concubine as she arrived. Even then, the Star-child could not have survived that battle after. The only thing he could do to protect his beloved Concubine was to encase her in the Crystal Mirror, for not even the Dark Queen can penetrate that mirror.

Overwhelmed with sadness, the Dark King now spends most of his time in the deepest caverns of his realm. He has distanced himself from the Queen, and from his people. Every waking hour, he would spend experimenting and forging an amulet that would allow him to reach his Concubine within the Crystal Mirror. You see, whilst the Queen cannot now harm his beloved Concubine, he too cannot reach her in any way. She was somewhere in the Void, encased, asleep … for the next 100 years.

This night, the Dark King at last holds in his hand, an amulet that he hopes would allow him into the consciousness of his sleeping Concubine ...

Jun 17, 2013

A Great Many Happenings

Woah!! It has been over a month hasn't it? I wonder why time is always on turbo gear ... what's the rush anyway? No matter how many times I try to knock some sense into his head, he never slows down. Never! Not even age can make him slow down. In fact, the older he gets, the faster he moves ... crap. I guess I just have to make the most out of him ...

3 weeks of my life passed in May with a gnawing backache and stomach discomfort. Of course, all those crappy thoughts came to play in my head ... heart attack, gall stones, kidney stones, panic attack etc etc etc. And I learned a new word from my friend ... he calls me a "Hypochondriac". Heh!! I sure hope I am ... that's better than heart attack, gall stones, kidney stones right? Anyhow, the pains seem to have gone, except for the back pain, which comes back when I'm sitting too long facebooking. Oh .. by the way ... for those of you who knew about my cholesterol scare last year, I finally went back for a blood test and the cholesterol is down to 4.8 ... which is now within the normal level. What a relief! A year of healthy eating -  lots of oats, salads, Virgin coconut oil AND EXERCISE really did do their job. Brought my cholesterol number down from 7 to 4.8 ... no medication needed :)

After the back pain episode, I managed to get myself to make some stuff. Earrings! I'm on an earring fetish phase ...





Dear Paris

Yes ... and a lot of resin and paper :)
OH! Did I mention I also bought myself (finally) a dapping set?

To Savoy

Rhyming Couplet

Crazy amount of earrings I made! But I also managed to sneak a book necklace in. Fragments of Time is a simple collection of little objects that remind me of times passed, and how much I yearn sometimes, to live a simpler and uncomplicated life ...

My final show and tell piece for today, as you will see below, has a dapped disc too. But this wasn't created with the metal dapping set I bought, because it was too small for this larger disc I wanted to make. So I made this disc in the primitive way ... a hammer and a tree log which I had lugged back from the side of the road where some men were trimming the trees.

I dun think you can see the hammer marks on it since this is the first time I'm using this log as a dapping base. But one day perhaps, you might even see a concave area on the log ... which means this log has earned its medal as a dapping base, or rather, I have earned my medal as a true metalsmith ;)

From the log it came ... this piece I'm seriously stoked with. Forging Poetry.

From the beginning of time, the pen and the brush were used as avenues for creative expressions. The brush, a universal symbol for Art, the Artist and their creative expressions. For me personally, writings, books, stories, have always inspired my imagination. The pen therefore, represents something scared in my dreams.

This piece began as a tribute to Creative Expression. But as the piece began to take shape, as the wires began to twirl and dance from my hands into its fanciful forms, as the ringing of my hammer began to sound like a rhythmic musical beat, I realized that this was more than just a tribute to creative expression, this WAS creative expression!

At the last phase of this piece, I wanted to choose a word to express it. There was no doubt in my mind that the word would be 'Poetry'. I had written Poetry today. But not in ink, I had written poetry in metal.