Friday, August 5, 2011
Sometimes I'm just not thrilled by what I make. More often than not, a piece with a displeasing line will go into the scraps crucible, destined for melting under the torch.
Sometimes, a piece will not appeal to my personal sense of interest or beauty, but leaves behind a nagging feeling that someone, someplace, will want it.
Case in point.... what is pictured above. What started as splashed balls of rocket hot silver skittering across the cold steel plate, ended up together in one small pendant.