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Monthly Archives: June 2017
Hi Sisters, two days ago, U.S.A. tossed in the trash, the Paris Agreement about Climate Change. Continue reading
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Well, I haven’t finished yet the journey into exploring the faux enamel possibilities and for this tutorial I am attacking the Plique -a -Jour enameling technique. This is a fascinating technique and it revolves around transparency and translucence. This I why I thought that this beautiful technique would be a great inspiration for our work with polymer clay.
This technique is great to make use of your old or inexpensive shiny eyeshadows. I love working with eyeshadows for certain projects because you’ll have a wider palette of colors (that you can apply as such or mix them to get new shades) and so your coloring possibilities expand.
The rhinestones are totally optional, yet I use them a lot in my work with polymer clay for the extra plus of sparkle!
A short description of the process:
I used two old Oyumaru molds (that I wasn’t using anymore) and…
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“As if I had ever been blissfully unaware of his feelings” 💭💭💭Hi sisters, here’s an interesting sketch from dreams. Best wishes💫
“Cutting Words” — C.Birde, 5/17
Is he aware? That I can hear him? That I stand alone, outside, in the dark, cobblestoned street? I see him in profile, seated in a small, tidy, featureless room, its walls and floor comprised of smooth plaster. The arched entry is doorless, nor is there glass in the similarly formed window. From my vantage, it seems the only furniture, the only adornment to the room, is the ladder-back chair he sits in; the only illumination is shed from a single candle on the windowsill. Warm light flickers, and shadows reach, grasp.
The chair he occupies is pressed up against the wall, just inside the doorway. He wears a collared, button-down shirt, linen pants crisply pleated, and a dark fedora. And he speaks. To someone beyond my line of view? To the empty room itself? His words punctuate the heavy air: “She’s smarter, stronger. Braver…
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