welcome... further into my world ...

here are the 3 three pieces of work i have finished recently.a wide wrist cuff, a bib,and a capelet. yes you heard me right. a capelet.


 Japanese Edo period masters in the likes of: Kaigtsudo Ando(1700), Okunura Masanobu (1686-1764), Kitagawa Utamaro , and Hoshiguchi Goyo (1880-1921) all of which portrayed the beautiful geishas on their prints, have been a fascination for me many years now. 
i have incorporated it here on these pieces. neo victorian, distressed materials, a tinge of steampunk, orientalia,

and some wild touches of animal print hauled together to whip up an art meant to be used, and or collected--i guess...:-) really. there won't be repeats. it's difficult.

  

now all that i need are some cute petite campus girls to model this for me, to see its beauty when they are worn casually, or with drama, drama.

if i get lucky, i'll post it here next week!

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 if you have been wondering of the creative process on all the pieces you have seen from the start, 

here, let me show some and the tiny tiny work space where i do it all.

here is my tiny, tiny table. i try to keep things controlled. i am in an apartment within the university where i work. the deadly habit of artists of collecting and collecting with a notion, that it is for their inspiration, an idea, or material to be incorporated on their next 10,000th line-up project, that they are sure will never make money. can really be deadly annoying. sometimes, i am wondering if it is a blessing or a curse. a blessing, because you are able to buy those things, but then a curse, because it can fall into a category of "hoarding", and eats up the already tiny space in your room, and then you become the selfish discontented hoarder! but we are stubborn, and we get our fix from there, so we go on, and indulge...sigh.

uuhh dears, those stuff by the door are just--scrap, nothing, the real deals--are at home. and i am glad i dont see the mess--this is more controllable. i have peace of mind here. and i seldom go home now.

meet karotene, and marcy--the plush they keep me company in the wee hours of the night.

the  comp notebook to keep me connected and i use it to listen to music, and watch some movies. no-- i never do my editing there, its all done on my desk at the gallery. and nothing beats the mac. 

books strewn everywhere, on top, beneath, beside. to torture me slowly to death, take away all the books. i'll write anyway;D, if it takes years for me to die (hahaha)

the floor is an extension of the table and part of creative process on many artists art production

a step away from the work table is make-shift bed. so a single step the artist can slump her tired body when the fix wanes out.

and, as many philandering artists keep saying that--an artist needs a muse, meet my muse--steffi.

when she wakes up and if isn't busy with her own life, she sits on that bed floor and tinker with her violin and bothers me till she gets on my nerves!

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