I am working on a new neckpiece. I have conceptualized the design and sketched it. I have made a cost estimate of the materials and equipment needed to produce the neckpiece. One of the pieces of equipment I will need is a torch, which will be new equipment for me because I do not normally work in metals. But my art practice is evolving, and I’ve decided that I will use recycled metal, found metal, precious metal clay (PMC), and responsibly sourced metal. This new ethic gives me more options in jewelry making.
But I’ve learned that deciding on a torch is no simple task. Apparently different metals have different soldering and annealing temperatures and so while a propane/oxygen torch might be right for working in silver and gold, an acetylene torch might be better for working in platinum. Then there are the safety considerations, I mean you’re working with fire and gases. I woke up at 3 AM this morning sweating over safety issues. Luckily, there are studio spaces where I can safely use my torch (once I make a decision on one).
Since I was up early I decided to make a pot of coffee and get to work. I took a second look at the beads I’d made from recycled coffee grounds. I decided to gild one. I liked the gilded/rough texture, so I decided to gild two more. I washed my hands and sat down to drink a cup of coffee. Afterwards, I picked up the three gilded beads and placed them on my wrist like they were part of a bracelet. One thing came to mind: ironic. These beads look ironic. Like their trying to be fancy, but they know they’re not, and so they have a little attitude. Ironic beads. What do you know?
I’ll give it a few days and decided if I actually want to make a bracelet or if this was just a stress-relieving exercise.







