Greetings, and thanks for visiting my blog! I realize it has been about three months since I last wrote, but a whole heck of a lot has been going on here at the House of Karlsson, and quite frankly I just haven't been able to keep up with writing. So I decided to scrap all the planned blogs in my draft folder and start afresh with today's post. I've been giving this a lot of thought recently (due in part to those aforementioned goings-on), and the point of this blog is to not only educate the wearer of jewelry, but to also give food for thought to my fellow jewelry artists.
I suppose you are wondering what I mean by art versus fashion. Isn't all jewelry merely a fashion accessory? No. Jewelry serves many purposes in our lives. Sometimes you wear a piece because it matches your shirt or blouse. Sometimes you wear a piece because you're trying to show off. And sometimes you wear a piece because it holds personal significance. It has been my observation that significance to the wearer is the main difference between art jewelry and fashion jewelry. Now, before anyone has a hissy fit and goes on the rampage about how important fashion is to the world, I'm not here to knock fashion. Fashion has it's place. It's just not MY place. I'm not trying to be fashionable. Those of you who have met me in person know that this isn't just a philosophy, this is a lifestyle. I am the least fashionable person I know. It's just how I roll.
To my mind, there are three categories of jewelry. I made up these names. These aren't official categories by any stretch of the imagination. Just bear with me for the sake of discussion. One category that comes to mind is "fun" jewelry. The stuff that falls into the "fun" jewelry category is the stuff you might buy at certain discount stores, certain import stores, or some other low cost venue. The purpose of this jewelry is to match that favorite sweater, or because it's "cute", or something to that effect. You wear it for fun, and it won't hurt your feelings if it gets lost or broken, or if your cat swats it off your dresser and it falls down your floor vent, never to be recovered.
Another category that comes to mind is "fine" jewelry. This is the stuff that you go to the jewelry store in the mall to buy your significant other when you're going to propose, This is the stuff that you get ads in the Sunday newspaper for around Christmas, Mothers Day, and Valentine's Day with pictures of gold and diamonds and slogans meant to guilt you into buying, and all that other stuff. You wear it to show off, and you can also wear it as a fashion statement. Sometimes it has significance attached to it by the event you wear it at or the person you give it to or who gave it to you, but the piece itself has none on its own. You would also be really hacked off if your cat made off with your Tiffany diamond solitaire necklace and buried it in the litter box.
The category of jewelry that I do is "art" jewelry. Art jewelry can be purchased for fun, or for fashion. It can even be purchased as an investment if it's a famous artist (think of Rene Lalique or original House of Faberge). It's main purpose, however, is that it holds some sort of significance for the wearer. It doesn't necessarily have to have a deep significance, but it does have meaning, and maybe transcend just day-to-day fashion wear. Art jewelry acts like a talisman of sorts. It reminds the wearer of something that is important to them, whether it is a memory, a person, a story, or even just the stone or representation itself.
For example, you may have noticed that in my photo in my artist bio, I am wearing a very simple pendant that looks unlike what I normally do. I wear this pendant pretty much every day, even though I am spoiled for choice in regards to jewelry and can wear any of my creations I have on hand if I so choose. I wear this pendant because of its personal significance to me, and I will never sell it. Here is its story:
It was the beginning of 2018. My mother had passed away suddenly a few months before, and it was affecting me in ways that I honestly had not expected. I was coming up on my first art show of the spring season, and only my second art show I had ever done that was out of town. I needed to come up with designs, and I needed to create enough inventory for the show, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't make myself create, and what was more, when I would force myself to sit and draw, nothing would happen. It was just scribbles. Before this, I was able to practically pluck ideas out of the air. It had been easy. It had come naturally, and the design ideas had been plentiful It was almost like a torrent that I could barely keep up with. However, leading up to that February show, there was nothing. My head was empty, and I just couldn't muster the energy.
After weeks of frustration, I finally challenged myself to do something completely different to try and break the mental block. I tasked myself to choose a material that I had never used and pair it with a stone I had never used. I dug through my stash of silver bits and bobs and found some sterling bead wire that had been sitting for Lord only knows how long, plus I found some spiny oyster shell and turquoise cabochons in a dusty corner of my studio that I had forgotten about even buying. Unfamiliar materials chosen, I sat down and made a simple piece. I hated the thought of it. I didn't think it would work. It was too simple. I didn't think the stone would look good with silver. Excuses filled my head as to why I shouldn't bother. I finished it anyway. To my surprise, I was pleased with the result. So pleased, in fact, that I made a series of pendants and bracelets with these chosen materials, plus a pair of earrings. Most of them have since found homes. I kept the original piece to remind me of what I did to break through a difficult time.
That's the real beauty of art jewelry. It doesn't have to match any of your clothes to be worn. It doesn't have to be "in style" or "on-trend" to be worn. It is, in and of itself, a piece that matches the wearer. Art jewelry is hand made, not mass produced. Art jewelry is made by one set of hands from start to finish. It is not the product of a production house or a factory. Art jewelry bears the heart and soul of the maker within it. When you buy a piece of art jewelry, it's not about the packaging, it's not about the price, it's not about all the bells and whistles that are usually associated with "fun" jewelry or "fine" jewelry. You are buying a story. You are adding to that story with your own, and when you wear a piece of art jewelry, you are sharing that collective of stories with others, and in so doing, tapping into our common humanity.
That's why I don't spend much time worrying about packaging. That's why I don't spend much time worrying about trends or fashion or whatever. That's why I don't make huge production runs of things that all look exactly the same, and why I don't enlist the help of factories in Bali or wherever to make my designs. Every piece you see is made by me, at my little workbench, in my little studio, surrounded by my turquoise hoard, my clarinet collection, and my angry little cats who keep trying to eat the plastic bags they SOMEHOW KEEP FINDING despite my efforts to clean the place up.
So, when you go wandering through art shows or art galleries, or other venues containing one-of-a-kind art jewelry, remember that you aren't just buying something to wear. You are buying part of a life to add to your own, and the artist will always appreciate you for it. I know I do.
It seems I'm not very good at keeping up with this whole blog thing. I turn my back for a half second, and BOOM!!! January is over and done with, and February is almost halfway gone. I hope you all had a great start to the new year. Here at the studio, it has been just WILD with unexpected opportunities and the beginning of a new collection. So grab some hot chocolate, settle in with your furry friends on the couch, and have a read.
So, as you may or may not remember, my studio resolution for 2018 was to add more texture and depth to my work. I think I'm coming along in that regard, and it will be an ongoing resolution for 2019. Case in point: I finally got started on the Rivers of Texas Collection! Have a look at some photos. I will do a blog devoted to the production of these beauties, but that's a story for another day. Hopefully, I will get to it before I leave to go to New Mexico at the end of next month. At the rate I'm going, though, I wouldn't bet money on it. Right now, I'm just trying to keep up with the demand. Both galleries I'm in wanted several pieces for display! Oh, that's right, I need to tell you about that, don't I...
Another studio resolution for 2019 is to get past my fear and embarrassment of self-promotion and contact more galleries to get my work out into the world. After all, I do have a turquoise habit to support and two kitties to keep stocked with tuna in the manner to which they have become accustomed. As you may have read in last month's blog, I started this resolution early and got accepted into the C Gallery in Corpus Christi for a three month stint starting in mid-May. Lest you think this process has been a walk in the park, I have since contacted dozens of galleries and have not received responses from most of them, and the majority of the rest have been "no room in the inn" or "not our style". I find that this process is kind of like fishing. You just have to throw your bait out on the water and see what happens. I do, however, have fantastic news! I did hear back from a wonderful gallery in Galveston called From the HeART Gallery. It's on historic Postoffice Street near the Galveston Grand Opera. This coincided with both the Galveston Art Walk and a professional photo shoot in Austin (cuz I'm trying to fancy up my marketing and all that).
I went to Austin to visit with Annie Winsett of Crafting Exposure, a one-woman consulting agency for creatives. She does photography, she does promotions, she gives workshops on marketing your art, and a lot of other great stuff. She was was super-easy to work with and I'm very happy with my pictures.
From Austin, I went to San Antonio to visit with my friend and woodwind repair colleague Justin and drink rocket fuel for coffee, eat some LEGIT breakfast tacos, and gripe about tenon cork replacements and the cost of supplies. After a quick stop in San Antonio, I drove to Port Aransas in the rain to have the beach to myself for a few days and to scope out the art scene. I'm sad that I didn't get to see Esther and her family this time around, but I did get to see Kellie and hers. A fun time as always! Below are some gratuitous beach pictures in Port Aransas and North Padre Island.
From Corpus Christi, I drove up the coast on Highway 35. People, let me tell you something. There is a WHOLE LOTTA NOTHING up through there, and it is absolutely glorious. Even in the rain. I drove through downtown Rockport, such as it was, poked around a bit, then headed onward in the general direction of Galveston. I managed to find the world's smallest Buc-ee's gas station somewhere outside of Port Lavaca. Seriously! It was like a plain old regular gas station. No wall of candy, no giant bathroom, no beaver statue, no nothing. They did have some powerful coffee, so there was that. (For those of you of you unfamiliar with Buc-ee's gas stations, they are a destination in and of themselves. Google it and be amazed.)
I was expecting Highway 35 to be a major road, but it was just a two-lane road cruising through the bayous and beaches and salt grass prairies of the gulf coast, and I have to say it is my second most favorite region of Texas, after the Hill Country in spring time. So anyway, I drove and drove and drove and eventually ended up in West Columbia (which was not really my intention, because I intended to cut across on Hwy 36 towards Lake Jackson and on over to Surfside, but NOOOOOOO my GPS cut out somewhere around Bay City. Also, I was worried about flooding.). West Columbia is a cute little town, but if you blink, you'll probably miss it. From there I managed to find my way to Angleton, head south towards Clute, and then all the vegetation disappeared and there was nothing but saltwater marsh. I was not prepared for this abrupt change and it caught me off guard. In spite of my mutinous GPS, I did make it to Surfside Beach. I shall not be doing that again.
After visiting the sketchiest public restroom on the island, I headed up the Bluewater Highway to get to Galveston Island. You know, on the map, it looks like it would be a lot more, ummm, populated. You would be wrong for assuming that. I crossed over the bridge, paid my $2 toll, and went on. Behold, more gratuitous pictures. Beach access was not happening down on that end of the island, mostly because I didn't know where I was going, I was concerned about alligators eating me, and I was getting hungry.
After arriving in Galveston proper, I got settled in and did my obligatory beach walk, then went to From the HeART Gallery and met Samitha (one of the owners) and took care of the necessary paperwork to become part of the gallery, which is an eclectic mix of some wonderful local and national artists. I set up my display case and got to meet some of the gallery artists. Then I went to, you guessed it, the beach! (I know you're probably getting sick of all my beach pictures, but tough cookies. I like the beach in winter. It's just me and the sea gulls.).
Friday night was the Art Talk at the gallery. Five of the featured artists got in front of the group of visitors and talked about their processes, their inspiration, and why they decided to become artists. It was very educational, especially about the painting techniques (who knew medieval painters used rabbit skin-based glue to afix linen to board to do their oil paintings?! Also, ghosting, and not the kind that happens with online dating.), and it was touching to hear each artist's personal story. Maybe someday I'll get the guts and the space in my schedule to speak, but not any time soon, ha ha. Saturday night was the Art Walk, and even though it was WINDY AND FREEZING COLD, it was well attended. It was kind of overwhelming, to be honest, but I did my best, and everyone was lovely.
Sunday I had to say goodbye to Galveston and head back to Carrollton-vegas. I will tell you that once you get out of Houston, I-45 is not so bad to travel on. I would rather drive I-45 than I-35 any day of the week, thank you very much. I did one more beach walk and managed to get caked in wet sand all the way up to my knees because I may or may not have been playing in the water at 45 degrees while the wind was whipping the sand off the dunes and embedding itself in my jeans. And I can neither confirm nor deny that I didn't have my shoes on. Kids, don't' try this at home.
My next big adventure was the Mary Lee Hu workshop at the Craft Guild of Dallas. There was so much that happened there, that it deserves its own blog. Hold me to that, y'all. I will write it and show you what happened. Craziness!!!
After the workshop, my next event was at McKinney Coffee Company. The owner, Joy, was gracious enough to invite me to do a pop-up shop at the coffee house, so I did. The biggest challenge was condensing my inventory into a four foot space, because, let's face it, it would be ridiculous to have a 10 feet x 10 feet setup in a tiny coffee shop! I managed to make it work, and am rather pleased with the results. A fun time and lots of caffeine was had by all!
My next adventure will take me all the way to Las Cruces, New Mexico, then up to Albuquerque where I hope to tour Rio Grande (my main supplier for silver and other jewelry making supplies), and then on to Santa Fe! I'll keep you posted. And, as always, here are some gratuitous cat pictures as a reward for making it to the end of my blog. See you next time!
Greetings, everyone, and thanks for visiting my blog! I know I've been promising to catch you all up on what's been happening here, but you know how the holidays can just make everything get away from you. I hope that you all had a happy and healthy holiday season this year. Now, before I get any further, you better run and grab a snack and a beverage and settle in, because there's a lot of ground to cover.
First of all, I'd like to announce that there is a sale currently going on, both on my website (which I would prefer that you use because the fees are less for me, LOL) and on Etsy. You can enjoy 15% off of orders $100 or more until January 16, 2019. Use the coupon code NEWYEAR2019 when you check out from my shop on my website. Below is a picture where to enter the code. It's really teeny on there, and my web host doesn't allow me to modify and make it bigger.
You can also go to my Etsy store and shop, if you don't feel like fooling with coupon codes. Either way is fine. I just wanted to show a little appreciation for all the support I have received in this crazy endeavor this year. It's been quite a ride, and I thank you all for coming with me!
The next big announcement is very exciting, and I've had a time keeping it a secret up until now. I am pleased to announce that I was accepted into Studio C gallery, located within the Arts Center of Corpus Christi. Selected pieces will be shown and available there for sale from May 18 to August 23, 2019. I'm planning on making a few pieces especially for that exhibition, in addition to my usual musical instrument and woven wire jewelry. I'll keep you posted. I'm looking forward to having my work there, as I really enjoy the Texas Coastal Bend region (and I'm always looking for a reason to head down there to Corpus Christi and Port Aransas, ha ha!).
Another big announcement is that I'm going to do my first out-of-state show in Las Cruces, New Mexico in March. I've never driven that far west before (although I have flown to California multiple times, but that is a story for another day), so this should be a real hoot. I'm also planning on visiting Santa Fe, New Mexico to see what I can get into. The Las Cruces Arts Fair will be held at the Las Cruces Convention Center March 1-3, 2019. If you're in the area, come see me!
In other news, I thought you might like to see a new technique I tried. It's called hollow form. Basically, what you do is, instead of casting or using a solid piece of silver to carve, you form a framework and make a bunch of solder joints to make a solid piece. In this way, the solid piece is a whole heck of a lot lighter, although it is a bit more work. This particular ring is a size 11-11.5. It's made from sterling and fine silver, and the stone is Cumpas turquoise. In addition to this being my first hollow form piece, it's also my first flush set cabochon. That was a feat of engineering in and of itself. I wish I would have taken more pictures, but I was too excited to get the piece finished to think of photography until it was too late.
This is, I think, the most informative of the pictures I took. To make a hollow form ring, first you have to take a piece of whatever metal you choose to work with (in this case, sterling silver) and form the inside part of the ring. This is the part that determines the ring size. You solder that to a back plate. Then you take a second piece of metal and form the outer portion of the ring. In this case, I used fine silver because it's easier to bend, and I honestly wasn't sure how it was going to behave if I used sterling (and, to be honest, I really didn't feel like doing a whole lot of annealing). I soldered the outer portion to the ring plate. Then, because I wanted to flush set a stone, I somehow managed to solder a thick base plate of sterling for the stone to rest on. There was a lot of measuring involved, and also a lot of breath-holding. I balanced the narrow piece on the back plate and soldered it in place, hoping it would be even. I think next time I do this, I'm going to come up with a better plan. Once all that's done, the real work begins. And yes, in case you were curious, I used only hard solder for this project so I could practice good flame control, and also to make all the seams as invisible as possible.
Once I pickled the base plate and the soldered-on components, I drilled a hole and sawed out the middle of the ring. I didn't take a picture of this step, because I was impatient and wanted to get all that done. I put myself on a deadline to finish the piece before I gave my cats their nightly tuna treat, and they are very quick to let me know when it's tuna time. Once that was done, I soldered the piece to another base plate of silver.
If you look closely at the above picture, you can see that there is a space between the base for the stone and the top base plate. There is a reason for this!!! When you make a hollow form, you must allow for air trapped inside to escape, or your piece can rupture, or worse, explode all over the place. Nothing like blazing hot silver shrapnel in your face, right? Right. So that's why I left an air space. I didn't fancy getting a face full of molten metal and ruining all my work. Anyway, once the second base plate was soldered together, I sawed out the center of it and began the tedious process of filing and shaping the inside to get rid of the excess silver. Once that was done, I filed and shaped the outside. I decided to put a matte finish on the silver instead of make it shiny, just for the sake of variety, and also because my cats were howling at my studio door by the time I got to the point of setting the stone.
I had to shape the stone a little bit, because the fit was a smidgen too tight, but the depth was just right (go me!!!), so once I had the diameter corrected, I popped the stone in and burnished the sides over the top to hold the stone snugly in place. This was a fun project, and I think I'll do another one at some point.
I'd like to finish out this blog with some gratuitous Christmas treat pictures. Not shown: bags of decorating frosting that exploded, powdered sugar everywhere, cats meowing at my feet. Well, okay, there are two gratuitous kitty pictures
Once again, I'd like to thank you for visiting my blog. I wish all of you a happy, healthy, safe, and prosperous 2019! See you next year!
Greetings, everyone, and thanks for visiting! I know it's been a while, but the last month and a half have been a whirlwind of production and travel adventures, and those deserve their own blog, which I will get to at some point. This time, though, I wanted to give you all a friendly reminder about shipping deadlines if you were thinking about ordering from either my website or my Etsy site and want it to arrive in time for Christmas. Please note that this is for domestic shipping to the lower 48 states only. Alaska, Hawaii, AFPOs, and international addresses take a lot longer. Behold, the deadlines:
USPS First Class Package Service: December 20
USPS Priority Mail: December 20
USPS Priority Mail Express: December 22
FedEx Ground: December 17
FedEx Home Delivery: December 17
FedEx Express Saver: December 19
FedEx 2Day: December 20
FedEx Standard Overnight: December 21
FedEx Priority Overnight: December 21
Be it known that I do not use UPS. They are highly unreliable, and anyway they are delayed by several days already because of all the Black Friday deliveries. (Yeah. I know. This happens every year. Go figure.)
A WORD OF CAUTION!!!
Okay. Now, you and I both know that a lot can happen between now and those deadlines. Snowstorms, floods, fire, alien invasion, discovery of Bigfoot in Benjamin, Texas, and Lord only knows what other natural or man-made disasters can and will delay delivery of goodies far and wide across this great land. Therefore, I highly recommend NOT being like me and procrastinating until the last minute with your gift selection, but getting it done as soon as possible so you have plenty of time to place it under the Christmas tree (or hide it because the intended recipient likes to use an x-ray machine on all the presents). Your nerves, your wallet, and your friendly neighborhood jewelry artist will thank you.
In other news...
Coming this weekend is my final show of 2018: Redbud Artisan Market in Dripping Springs, Texas. I am SUPER EXCITED about this for several reasons, not least of which is that it's down in my favorite part of Texas: the Hill Country. Wheeeeee! Here is the flier for the show with the information on it. If you're in the Texas Hill Country this weekend and want to buy your special one-of-a-kind piece in person, now is the time! The Dripping Springs Ranch Park Event Center is a lovely facility, and it looks like the artist roster is going to be pretty spectacular. Admission is $1 for adults, and kids under 12 get in free.
Thanks again for reading my blog, and I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, if you're into that sort of thing. Below are some of the pieces that will be available for purchase at the Redbud Artisan Market. Hope to see you there!
Greetings, everyone, and thanks for visiting my blog! I just got back from Chalk Walk in Round Rock, Texas. It was held at Centennial Plaza in downtown Round Rock. Thankfully, the rain wasn't too bad, but the heat index was 103 degrees (due to the 100% humidity), so this presented some unique challenges. I'd like to pass along some solutions for staying healthy and safe in such an environment, especially if you're by yourself.
All in all, I had fun. I met a lot of friendly people, had good neighbors, and got my art out in front of a whole bunch of people, which is always a good thing! Below are some pictures of my display. Hope you enjoy them!
My next art show tour is going to be a doozy! My first stop will be in Granbury, Texas for the Harvest Moon Festival of the Arts from October 19 to October 21. Then it's off to Odessa, Texas and the Ellen Noel Art Museum for their gift shop preview party. From there, it's back down to the Hill Country to the Arts Round-Up in Spicewood, Texas from October 27 to October 28. Then it's back home once again to see if my husband and cats still remember who I am, until time for my next round of shows. Whew! I hope to see you while I'm out and about!
One final piece of advice that I forgot to mention earlier is this: do NOT wear a shirt that says ANYTHING about Oklahoma on it during the Red River Shootout weekend when you stop in a small town in Texas, unless you want every single person in line for kolaches to give you the stink eye. Even if UT won the game. (That's probably the only thing that kept me from getting kicked out of Czech Stop, to be honest!)
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WELL!!!!!! When last we met, dear readers, I was in high gear for show preparation for the Arts Alive! festival at the Art Center of Corpus Christi, and Septemberfest at the Museum of the Southwest in Midlant, Texas. Before I get any further, I'm going to warn you: this is a LOT of ground to cover, so go and grab a beverage and a snack, settle down on the couch, and get comfortable. Also, there is minimal photography this go around because I was just so dang busy!
First, I had to drive to Corpus Christi, and since I prefer to avoid the orange barrel post-apocalyptic hellscape that is I-35, I chose to get on to Hwy 77 at Waco and take that way down to Corpus. Everything went according to plan, although it was slow going. It was a beautiful day, with big fluffy clouds billowing up on the horizon (this is called FORESHADOWING). I stopped in La Grange to sing the obligatory ZZ Top song and have a maple walnut scone at Big State Coffee Roasters and also to stretch my legs. The staff was lovely, as usual. I eavesdropped on some of the old timers telling hurricane stories. It was a nice respite from the road.
Once I got down to I-10 and Schulenberg, my GPS staged a mutiny, and I ended up heading towards Shiner YET AGAIN. I resisted the temptation to hit up the brewery and instead made my way back to Hwy 77 and continued on to Victoria, then cruised through Refugio, then on to Hwy 35 and down through Portland to Corpus Christi. I stopped at Whataburger-by-the-Bay, because of COURSE, and I was glad to be back. I have to say, whether I'm coming from the north over the bridge on Hwy 35, or coming from the west on I-37, when I see the bay and the Corpus Christi skyline, it feels like I'm coming home. I also noticed with a bit of trepidation that those fluffy billowy clouds were a LOT bigger.
From Whataburger, I headed to my Airbnb. This was the very first time I ever stayed at an Airbnb, and I must say it was a marvelous experience! My hosts, Rob and Tammy, were gracious, and the room was perfect. Here is a link to their Airbnb if you want to check it out:
It was in a quiet neighborhood near an HEB (score!!!), and the room was comfy and there was a fridge, a microwave, and some very tasty granola that Tammy made, adn snacks of all kinds, so I felt really well-taken care of. They were also kind enough to offer me some wine on the back patio, and we had a lovely visit on Sunday night after the show was over.
You remember those big fluffy clouds I mentioned earlier? Yeah. Well. Those friendly fluffy clouds turned into big ol' rain clouds. Set up started at 6am, and I figured I would get it out of the way, then head on over to Port Aransas for my beach/Winton's Island Candy/The Connoisseur pilgrimage. I got up at 6, and by the time I had gotten myself out the door, the heavens had opened up. It absolutely POURED, and those poor volunteers at the art center were running around trying to get things done in the deluge. I was pretty much the first artist there, so I found my spot and got my tent up. Thank heavens it wasn't windy, because that would have been some high-level entertainment value. My shoes were soaked, my shirt was soaked, my pants were soaked, but I did manage to get the tent up, and the rest of the load-in went pretty quickly. And wouldn't you know it! As soon as I zipped up my tent, the rain STOPPED, AND THE SUN CAME OUT!!!!! Sigh. Isn't it always the way.
After I set up, I debated on whether or not to go back to my room to dry off and plan to go to Hester's (another Corpus Christi favorite of mine), but just decided to go for it and head to the island in all my soaking wet glory. I went to Coffee Waves instead, and chowed down on a muffin and cappuccino while checking my e-mail and marveling at how much Port Aransas has bounced back from Hurricane Harvey. From there, I headed to the beach. I have to say that I prefer the beach in winter, mostly because the water doesn't feel like I'm stepping into the bath. It was also humid as all-get-out, and then it started raining, so I decided to go get candy and call it a day. I paid my respects at The Connoisseur, said hello to the kitty, bought a Chinese silk fan (which came very much in handy, i can tell you), then went on to Winton's Island Candies, then went back to my room to crash before going to visit Kellie and her family. I went to their new house for dinner, and basked in the joy of active family life and fellowship. It was a good day.
The show itself went well, despite the wind that would kick up in the afternoons. On Sunday, the wind was so bad that I very nearly lost my tent and some of my jewelry, but thank goodness for kind neighbors and extra tent weights! I was glad to see Kellie and her friends again, and Esther and her adorable family came by, too! Patrons, fellow artists, and volunteers were all lovely, and despite the weather shenanigans, I will definitely do this show again. And the view wasn't bad, either!
i bade Corpus Christi farewell, and made the mistake to take the interstate all the way back to DFW. TEN HOURS LATER, I managed to crawl into the driveway, and STILL managed not to get any kolaches from Czech Stop! Better luck next time, I guess. That's what I get for driving on Labor Day in a rainstorm across Texas. Yuck.
A few days later, I headed back out on the road to Midland. Those rain clouds were still hanging around, and they were NOT playing. I lost count of how many wrecks I drove past on I-20 (one of them was a fatality, and it was emotional to see the emergency responders standing in a circle in their cowboy hats and reflective rain gear praying for the deceased). I eventually made it into town and went straight on to the Museum of the Southwest to do early setup. I was so tired that I couldn't get it all done, but at least I got the tent and the tables set up.
Morning came, and with it came torrential downpour. The funny thing about west Texas is that there are no storm drains, because it really doesn't make sense to have storm drains when it only rains maybe three or four times a year in any significant amount. Unfortunately, Friday was one of those times. I have never seen water rise quite so quickly, and I now understand why they make such a big deal about flash flood warnings. I wish I could figure out how to post video on here, because I got some impressive video of the foot and a half of water I had to wade through to get to my tent to finish setup. It was quite something. Should have brought my hip waders. Or scuba gear.
Hold up, y'all! I think I figured it out!!! Behold the monsoon!
And now for some BIG NEWS:
Friday night was the big gala preview party, but unfortunately the ground was so soaked that the electrician didn't feel it was safe to run the electricity out on the grounds where the artists were. This meant that there was no lights, and no lights meant sub-optimal viewing of the art work. And it was still pouring rain in the afternoon. At first, I decided that I wouldn't open my booth, but around 6pm the rain stopped, and I figured I had driven all that way, so I went and sat up anyway, and found some of my battery operated Christmas lights and wound them around my display to at least attract some attention.
People, let me tell you something. The lesson here was plain: show up and get the job done, even if it isn't in the best of conditions. Not only did I have fun and sell seven pairs of earrings, I was also incredibly humbled and thrilled that the jury for judging the best of show chose ME. That's right. I won "Best of Show" at Septemberfest. I have the ribbon to prove it! I was in a state of shock, because there were so many talented artists at the show, and so many more experienced artists, and I've only been doing art shows for two years, so... yeah. I'm still in a state of shock, to be totally honest. It really made the show that much more special!
The next two days of the show fared better, weatherwise, and quite a few of my creations found their forever homes. All in all, it was a great show, and thanks to the many wonderful volunteers at the Museum of the Southwest. I look forward to seeing everyone again next year!
On a side note, I was informed that there were actual, honest-to-goodness prairie dogs living in random places around Midland, so after teardown, I went on a prairie dog hunt. Lo and behold, there they were, in the middle of a random vacant lot! I was under the impression that prairie dogs were about the size of hamsters, but I was very much mistaken. They are much larger, and chubby, and they roam in packs. They also look like they could carjack a Fiat if they were determined enough. I present to you my bad wildlife photography!
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
As if all this excitement were not enough, I was contacted by the museum director of the Ellen Noel Art Museum in Odessa, Texas about selling my jewelry in their soon-to-be-reopened gift shop! The plan is to make the gift shop an artisan market of sorts, focusing on gifts for women. The grand opening gala will be October 23 from 6-8pm. I will be there in person for that, along with their Dia de los Muertos event on November 3. I am super excited about this opportunity! I will keep you all posted as to further developments. Wish me luck!
Once again, that's all the news that's fit to print! Stay tuned for more adventures in art shows in the state of Texas! And as always, here's Tosca Q Puss being judgmental. I think she's mad at me for leaving her alone with her housemate for so long.
Greetings, everyone, and thanks for visiting my blog! As you may or may not know, September kicks off art show and festival season here in Texas. The weather (allegedly) starts cooling off, and every weekend it seems there is something new and fun to do. While I have not managed to get into an art show every single weekend, I do have a goodly number scheduled in the coming months. I can't wait to see old friends, make new friends, and share with everyone how my work is progressing!
As far as September goes, first up is Arts Alive! in Corpus Christi, Texas at the Art Center of Corpus Christi. This is a relatively new show, this upcoming one being it's third year. It's being billed as a family-friendly event. The address is 100 North Shoreline Drive. For those of you familiar with Corpus Christi, that's across from Whataburger-on-the-bay (the big two-story Whataburger overlooking the marina and the bay). I'm really looking forward to going for many reasons, one of which is that Corpus Christi is one of my most favorite cities in Texas! I also hope to visit with Kellie and her family, and see how Esther and her family is doing in their new home down there.
The following weekend is Septemberfest at The Museum of the Southwest in Midland, Texas. Septemberfest is in its 49th year this year, and I am excited to be a part of such a great event! Friday night will be the gala art preview (complete with gourmet food and wine and a chance to buy art from your favorite artists before the general public gets a chance, so it's fancy). Saturday and Sunday are open to the general public. I'm still waiting on the hours the show will be open, but I will post them as soon as I know. The Museum of the Southwest is a beautiful facility there in Midland, and the art show is held on the lawn. There are also food trucks, and activities for the kids, including a petting zoo. I am wondering if they will bring the African porcupine back. If so, this year I aim to get enough courage to actually pet the thing. They're a lot bigger in person than they are on Animal Planet, and they're kind of freaky! I'm still waiting to finalize my schedule for October, November, and December, but I will definitely keep you all posted.
Speaking of shameless self-promotion, I finally decided to join the 21st century and get an Instagram business account so I can run ads and annoy the general population on social media. I haven't gotten around to running any ads yet, mostly because advertising mystifies me beyond belief, but I will before too long. This account is not completely devoid of cat pictures and food pictures, but it will not include any pad bugs or gross clarinet pictures from my other line of work, repairing woodwind instruments. The main focus will be promoting my jewelry with (hopefully, but probably not) well-done photography, selling said jewelry, and the occasional promotion to show appreciation to my loyal followers. My new Instagram username is @hkarlssonjewelrydesign so please give it a follow!
In other news, I've been working on getting ready for art show season by obsessing over my display and trying to build up a substantial inventory. I've been wire wrapping like a fiend. Take a look!
I'm pretty excited by the simple ring design I came up with. Right now I'm going to stick with doing it in copper, but I may get around to doing some silver ones, too. It depends on what I have time for between now and Arts Alive. For the record, the green ring was supposed to be a bracelet. Yeah, I know. I know. I REALLY mismeasured when I was coming up with that design. For what it is worth, there will be only one of these, unless somebody just REALLLLLLLLLLY wants another one.
I also got my jury shots back from my Ritornello 2.0 designs. I was hoping for a third, but the original design on the third piece had an unfortunate setback (that will have to be another blog post, because it was an absolute trial and I'm still sulking about it). I hope to have another one done before the end of next week, but whether or not that is possible remains to be seen!
Finally, I signed up for an amazing wire weaving workshop taught by the godmother of wire weaving in this country: Mary Lee Hu. Y'all, I am here to tell you that this is some next-level artistry that this woman does. I mean, you all think the Turquoise Queen collection is nuts? Oh no. Here is the flier for her workshop (which is already full up, by the way). Feast your eyes on the works of this woman. Yeah. I'm going to be learning about THAT. I'm SUPER EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And finally, what would a blog here at H. Karlsson Jewelry Design be without cat pictures? Here are two of the latest candid portraits from Tosca Q Puss and Kaycee Katt!
That's all the news that's fit to print! Thanks again for reading, and stay tuned for my further adventures in metalsmithing!
Greetings, everyone, and thanks for visiting! You better hold onto your hats and grab a tasty beverage, because you're in for a treat today! This extra-long blog will cover two of my favorite subjects: jewelry and wildlife! First things, first, though. I got into another show: Redbud Artisan Market in Dripping Springs, TX. This one will be a Christmas market on the first weekend of December, so if you're in the area, please come out and shop. My jewelry line is developing rapidly, so expect anything. I'll have more details in the fall.
Speaking of developing, I promised you all that I'd let you in on the production process of the latest addition to my Ritornello line. As I mentioned in a previous blog, my goal is to get into more high-end shows. To do that, my mentor suggested that instead of using actual musical instrument keys, I build everything from silver and use the sculptural elements in the keys that speak to me and develop them as a composer might develop a theme in music. So I sat down and drew. A lot. My task was to take the things that interested me most about a particular part of a musical instrument and develop it.
I came up with some cool ideas, so the next step was to figure out how to produce them. The two elements I went with were the G# key cup on a Loree oboe, and the right hand pinky keys (the C, D flat, and E flat, to be precise). After due consideration of the engineering involved in making these designs, I decided to stick with the G# key ones for the time being. The pinky key shapes are going to require more finagling, and probably learning some chasing and repousse. (I'll leave a link at the bottom so you can see what that is. It is an ancient technique, and a bit involved, but I'll get around to learning it someday.) I could also use my die making skills, but since I am an impatient human, I'm going to stick with key cups for right now.
I made these out of solid silver. They would actually function on a real live oboe if I made the key cups shallow enough. The stones I chose are Bamboo Mountain turquoise from China for the reversible pendant, and Compass turquoise from Nevada for the larger pendant. Check out the progression!
I'm proud of how these turned out, and I'm excited to make more. I think what I will do is incorporate more of the natural stones that haven't been backed, so I can make more reversible pendants. I like how those showcase the stones. Of course, the natural unbacked stones are more expensive, but, as my friend says, the heart wants what it wants. I have more beautiful Bamboo Mountain turquoise, and some really gorgeous Treasure Mountain turquoise, so we'll see how this series develops!
Meanwhile, here in Suburbia, we had visitors in our backyard that caused QUITE the stir. I woke up last Saturday to a frantic text message from my neighbor that there was a ginormous bobcat in my yard. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window and, sure enough, there was an absolutely beautiful female bobcat in our side yard, trying to rest and keep cool in the wet grass from where our sprinklers had run during the night. She was big kitty, and she had absolutely no interest in the humans peeking at her through their kitchen window. I did manage to get some good pictures of her, though, and my husband was able to shoot some video of her prowling around. I can't figure out how to post video, so I guess you'll just have to take my word for it. It's just as well. You'd be too distracted by how filthy my kitchen window is. The things you don't notice until you take a picture!!! Ugh. Anyway, my neighbors were losing their collective minds about the RAMPANT DANGER that had taken up residence in our yard.
Word started to spread, and my neighbor informed me that he spoke to another neighbor who had seen her with four cubs. FOUR!!! So, I peeked out the back and sure enough, I spotted a few baby bobkittens. So cute!!!!!! Since I am a crazy cat lady, I really wanted to go outside and pick them up and love on them, but since I am not as dumb as I look, I did not do that. I took pictures instead. Don't worry, the pictures are forthcoming! As it turns out, there were not four but FIVE bobcat cubs for Ma Bobcat to take care of. That is a large litter of kitties, and my husband and I wondered if perhaps the rabbits who lived under our deck were on the menu. When we took a closer look under our patio table, we got our answer in the form of a severed rabbit leg. Poor bunnies!
Some of the bobcat cubs had burrowed their way under our deck, which probably flushed the rabbits out into the open, and, well, Ma Bobcat did the rest. At least she was decent enough to clean up most of the mess. My husband got some video of her munching on the rabbit leg. She had absolutely no concerns whatsoever about us staring at her through the window while she ate. I guess she figured we weren't a threat. I mean, she wasn't bothering US, so I didn't feel the need to go harass her. The neighbors were not feeling as charitable, mostly because they have small dogs that they don't want to keep on a leash. So, after numerous texts and calls, I finally convinced my husband that we should at least make a showing that we were trying to "do something" about the massive code red next-level threat to peace and the American way in the neighborhood. (If you can't hear me rolling my eyes as I write this, turn up the volume on your device. That may help.) Meanwhile, my neighbor was spraying a water hose over our back fence in an attempt to show this vicious predator who was boss. Ma Bobcat obliged him in the watering of our bushes by moving out of range and taking a nap. Bobcat - 1; Agitated Suburban Primate - 0.
Now, before you dog lovers go off the deep end, yes I did consider what a pain in the ass it is not to be able to let your tiny dog into the backyard while you watch Maury Povich or RuPaul's Drag Race and not worry about it getting eaten by a bobcat (never mind the fact that our resident redtail hawks could carry off a small dog without too much trouble, and the fact that developers have trashed every scrap of green space from here to the Red River and there's nowhere else for any of the local critters to go but our backyards, but hey, what do I know?). I did convince Mr Karlsson that we should do our civic duty and deal with this egregious encroachment on hearth and home. So, the plan was to convince the kittens to move out from under the patio table, and to convince Ma Bobcat to take the kids and move on. I personally had no hopes of any of this working, but I did have hopes of getting the texting and the knocking on the front door to stop. Mr Karlsson went out into the backyard, and I went looking for Ma Bobcat.
BE IT KNOWN, DEAR READERS, that here is where it becomes abundantly clear that Mrs Karlsson has been out of her natural habitat for too long, and has become far too domesticated for her own good. I had been informed by my neighbor that Ma Bobcat was napping in my side yard again, so I decided to go politely demand for her to leave. Bear in mind that my side yard is fenced in. Do you see where this is headed? Good. Because I didn't. So I come around the corner of the house WHILE MY HUSBAND IS MAKING A RACKET IN THE BACKYARD. Ma Bobcat is already alert and waiting. I saw her and started walking toward her, saying something along the lines of "Alright, now, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Ma Bobcat was unamused, stood up, and delivered a low, throaty growl.
It was at this point that two things became obvious to me in my infinite wisdom: 1) I was approaching a full-grown bobcat who happened to be protecting her babies and was cornered, and 2) I was doing it unarmed. I stopped, said "thank you, ma'am, sorry to bother you," and backed away slowly. I went over to my neighbors, informed them I had done all I could, got wrapped up in about a half-hour discussion about how the city should come out and do something (ha ha ha!!!), and meanwhile my avocado was turning black and my dinner salad was wilting on the kitchen counter. First world problems. During all of this, Ma Bobcat was still in my side yard, and she had laid back down for a nap in the bushes. She was probably thinking that the city SHOULD do something, but not about HER. Bobcat - 2; Agitated Suburban Primates - 0.
She kept up her reign of terror for another day or two, leaving behind another rabbit carcass in the process (only this time it was in my other neighbor's driveway), and then disappeared with her children into parts unknown sometime during Friday night. I have no idea where she was headed, but I hope she can get a bit more peace than what she was able to get while she was in our backyard. At least the texts have stopped. Mr Karlsson went out this afternoon to wash away what was left of Ma Bobcat's dinner: a rabbit stomach containing undigested grass, and a front foot. I don't know if the bunnies will come back to live under our deck, but I'm thinking we should probably fill in the bobcat den at some point. Oh, well. That's life in the great suburban outback of Dallas for you.
In all seriousness, though, having a bobcat in your backyard is no real reason to panic. They are not going to bother you unless you bother them, and most of the time they will either run or let you know under no uncertain terms that they want to be left alone. Do NOT be stupid like me and approach a cornered mother bobcat. Or any other mother with babies, for that matter. You will get what you deserve. Bobcats move through their territory pretty quickly, especially when they have five little mouths to feed. One tends to run out of rabbits when feeding five babies. If you have a bobcat in your backyard, they will not be there for very long. They will NOT approach you (unless they are rabid, and then you have bigger problems). The city will NOT remove them unless they are rabid. You will know a bobcat is rabid by their behavior. Okay, I'm not going to lecture y'all about this any more. If you want more information, I will leave a link at the bottom. But, really, y'all. You can't expect to live in a place where all the open land and green spaces and wooded areas are being ripped out in favor of apartment complexes and In-N-Out Burgers and car dealerships and NOT see critters. It's unreasonable. Learn about their behavior. Learn who they are. Be respectful of your animal neighbors, and they will leave you alone. End of sermon. Here are some bobcat pictures:
Well, that's all the news that's fit to print! Once again, thanks for stopping by, and I hope you learned something new!