found metal that I plan to use as jewelry
Dear MORMO (mysterious, odd, rusted metal object):
I found you last spring, lying on the side walk, and I immediately connected with you. I felt drawn to your rusty patina and odd shape. I felt I could make a piece of art jewelry from you. It is not odd for me to find an object on the ground and feel that way about it. But I do believe it is odd that you are resisting my attempts to turn you into an art object.
As you know, dear Mormo, some artist’s processes are analytical–they think out their work in advance. They do studies before they commit to doing their final piece. And other artists, such as myself, use a process that is intuitive. They connect to their materials, and follow their inner voice to complete their work. I am trying to connect with you, but you’re acting a bit cagey. I’d appreciate it if you’d cut it out and cooperate with me.
This past weekend, I walked into my studio, and you caught my eye. I picked you up and tried to imagine how you would lie in a finished neck piece. Because, as you well know, the relationship between jewelry and the body is vitally important. I played around with several positions, and when a placed you vertically on my collarbone, I instinctively knew that’s where you belong. Excitedly, I began drilling. And that is where the trouble began. My poor little drill is having difficulty piercing your thickness. I’ve been drilling now for 10 minutes and my drill is hot. And I can tell that I haven’t reached the half-way point. I’m stopping now, but I hope you will be more cooperative tomorrow.
Thank you,
Alexis
