Sunday, July 3, 2011

Nest necklace


Nest necklace , originally uploaded by moonwild.

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This is a necklace made from vintage velvet, threads, blue beads and brass leaf jewelry findings.It is attached it to a brass chain that is continued with a silk ribbon to tie it on. I displayed it on a collage card I made from a Piddix image and old paper ephemera

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Prepare for a Rainy Day


Prepare for a Rainy Day, originally uploaded by moonwild.

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This is an assemblage made with a antique photograph mount frame,old buttons, postcard, a piece from a typing assignment from long ago.I use Tim Holtz crackle paint to stencil on the frame and added the birds. For more embellishment I wrapped the work in vintage string and a piece of bias tape.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Finite eyes


Finite eyes, originally uploaded by moonwild.

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This is a mixed media fabric and found object assemblage mounted on black canvas. I use an Emily Dickinson quote that i printed on fabric, old pieces of textiles, a little old school picture , buttons, pins, pearls, beads and other good stuff!! Lots of sewing!! Check the photosteam pics for close ups.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Blue Egg and Nest


Blue Egg and Nest, originally uploaded by moonwild.

This necklace is created with vintage beads, copper wire, old safety pens, buttons and ribbon ties

The Beauty of Daybreak


The Beauty of Daybreak, originally uploaded by moonwild.

A necklace made from vintage velvet, beads, crochet ribbons, glass orb.

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Pattern Grows More Intricate

The Pattern Grows More Intricate
And
Being Swept Along
Is
No Longer Enough.
This is from my series of assemblage signs.
This is an assemblage created with found objects such as round metal pieces, rusty cogs, a thick glass orb backed by a photograph of a lone man, odd metal pieces and a wooden sign that I painted with the text from a Rilke poem. It is 5.5 wide inches across the sign. This piece is ready to hang.
I was inspired for these sign assemblages by memories of exploring ghost towns across the West when I was a child. I remember signs for abandoned businesses swinging and creaking in the wind and thinking how once these had been important to the owners and the town and they were now abandoned to time and its ravages. I used hinges on the pieces to give the works the possibility of movement. Swinging in the wind.