Epic turmoil has happened in my head. You'd think it would produce art, but instead, I have been stubbornly trying to make some quick, easy earrings that I could sell to a broad range of people, and I'm getting unstumped just in time for winter to make my ventilation system kind of uncomfortable. (A box fan in the open window in front of my bench. It's been cold and windy all day.) I wish I had a rolling mill to texture my metal with. Maybe I could sandwich it between two boards and drive over it with my car... It works with paper and ink...









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All children grow up, except one!
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Worry about what will kill you. Everything else doesn't matter.
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Vivi: You gots a creative imagination!
Me: -pish- not really. I'm just a pro at faking it.
Me: Muse? -pfft- I don't get a muse. I get an idiot in a orange tutu who feels the need to hit me with a sledge hammer randomly.
-MSN randomness
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Worry about what will kill you. Everything else doesn't matter.
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Metals and jewelry are my game! [link]
I miss the days where our hopes were not suppressed... i miss the days where our lives were less depressed... i miss those days... those days of glory...
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Worry about what will kill you. Everything else doesn't matter.
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Worry about what will kill you. Everything else doesn't matter.
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~Emily~
Web: [link]
Blog: [link]
Metalsmiths: [link]
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Worry about what will kill you. Everything else doesn't matter.
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