Ever since I was a child I have been escaping into my imagination; I think most artists do. I always loved books because they could ignite that spark of fantasy. And I have always loved anything that could fan that spark-wire, clay, paint, wood and in my latest endeavors, transfer paper. I have tried out two kinds of transfer paper and have settled on one sold by Hilla Bushari in her etsy shop. As with any medium there is a learning curve and it takes some time to learn how to use it, but this product is relatively easy to use. Besides even if you are a slow learner Hilla is very helpful and will guide you through any questions you have. The pictures below show some of the pieces that I made using her transfer paper, digital images and polymer clay. I sell the finished necklaces on my etsy shop as well as the loose beads to use in your own creations.
Recently I went to visit my friend Mary Karg and just hang out in her cool studio. As always we just talked non-stop catching up on the months between visits. Now, Mary has some very impressive beads and finished jewelry. She works in glass and metal (and I suspect a bit of alchemy); I am seriously in awe of her work. It would be easy to say that she never makes a mistake but I know she has; occasionally I will see an wonky bead hiding in some forgotten place, but it is unusual to see one. You can check out her Artfire studio here to see some of her beautiful work. So as I was leaving I was checking out some of her recent beads and came across a truly odd one. Mary explained she was trying new mandrels that allowed you to blow up a hot bead in order to make it hollow (and lighter weight). Usually it works but in this one case it was like a tire blow-out and the bead lost its integrity. As I was musing over it Mary gave it to me charging me to figure out a way to use it. We both were thinking some sort of jewelry, however as I was just smooshing (technical term) clay in my hand I came up with a different take on it. It isn't a finished piece, just a preliminary work up.