Twigman

Raggety!

Above image from the Rupert the Bear 1970's series - as scary a childhood tv memory as one could wish for. Apparently, in this scene he has trashed Rupert's living room in a fit of temper. 

And yet in adulthood (hah!) I find I am quite fond of him; hooray for irritated, grumpy, unlikeable children's story characters.

Twig talk

I took these photos earlier this year, wandering back from a walk in Victoria Park one February weekend in London. 

I noticed underfoot these lovely twig markings. The oblique sunlight had picked them out. 

I wondered exactly how they were made, as if they had been trodden into the now dry earth whilst it was soft mud, where were the shoe prints? 

If you cant choose...

Wear them ALL

Stone stacks

Here's what happened to some of those crushed shells.

This collection is going off to Chorlton based jewellery gallery,  Franny and Filer.

Blue is beautiful, blue is best...

just ask Buxton

Coming soon, Lapiz-like cobble bangles.

Shell-Shock

I've had these shells for a few years; think they might be from a beach on Anglesey.

They all have intriguing holes in them, I wondered if they were caused by a bird's beak? (Memo to self - do some Nature research.)

I am using some in one of my resin mixtures....

Ah, the satisfying crunch-crush of delicate pinky shells! 

Now a tonal palette of tiny shards. Reminds me of the colours you would find in a still life painting by Morandi. Look closely - I especially like the pieces with serrated edges, they look like micro-combs.