Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Returning to Bead

After a long absence from any serious beading while I finish my folio for The Hagley Writers Institute, I finally returned to the table to create. I made this necklace, a simple embellished band in Patawatomi Stitch. The dip of my needle into the bead dish and sparkle of crystal gave me great joy! I collect all sorts of things that eventually find a place in a finished piece of art or jewelry. I knew I was missing my stash of pretty things when I wrote a poem about them.

Unruly Collections

I’ve got a brass tap
that has a plump breast.
it’s sudden breath
a bird in my hand.  

Webster’s glasses
slips down its nose.
It illustrates croziers and comets,
mushrooms and mustard
on pages of dictionary-amber. 
Pulp fiction postcards
and vintage erotica pinups,
is where I sin.
A shrine of Singer sewing parts
is where I pray. 

Creatures of hinges and cogs
pulleys and keys
collect in corners,
mumble and peer,
watchful for fallen beads
they dart out and eat. 

Cigarette card butterflies
stir when I rattle
my sewing machine.
They collect pollen
from the poetry
stitched to my walls.

Marisa Cappetta






Sunday, February 5, 2012

My Palette

I'm often asked how I come up with the colours I do. The answer is I have a vast collection of beads and vintage elements, collected over many years. I can't mix my colours from a tube in order to create subtle tones and unusual colour mixes, so a lot of beads are needed. Essentially, my bead collection is my artist's palette. Here's a small-ish selection of the things I'm currently working with. These boxes of treasure were used to create my latest  asymmetric earrings with vintage jewelry elements.

You can see them in my store by clicking here.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Flowers After the Quake

On a corner of our inner city where several buildings have been demolished, where once there was only the small detritus from the demolition, someone has seeded the entire block with flowers.
I’m amazed by the human capacity to celebrate life in the midst of chaos.  I finally have my earthquake project, I haven’t been able to write about it, but maybe I can design something.

I like the rough edges contrasted with the delicate flowers. I have a ton of broken china, maybe I can incorporate that, other found objects, metal.  There are so many demolition sites for inspiration for the broken stuff. The flowers give me hope for the future.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Happy New Year 2012

I'm well and truly launched for 2012. Seven poems accepted for publishing, my manuscript off to AUP shortly to be considered for publication  and my Etsy store back up and running.

The 23 December quakes were horrible. I was making a cheesecake for Christmas day when they struck and I simply lost heart, sat in a chair and didn't want to move. In the end I have myself a good talking to, "Self", I said, "Get on with it or you'll have a lousy Christmas." After a stern lecture, and against all my instincts which were telling me to sit tight and hang onto something, I got up and kept going.

I figure I have it easy. My house is ok, I didn't lose anyone in the Christchurch quakes. A few broken ornaments and a sense of the impermanence of things are things I can learn to live with. After all:

Emotions are messy, you can't put them in neat little jars.

If we're lucky we acquire the tools we need to cope. 

That's a pretty corny attempt to segue into a few pics of my studio. So it's time to get to work making jewelry and writing. Happy new year one and all and look forward to sharing my journey with you.
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