I'm a fan of contrast.
Slick chunk of metal with a delicate design etched within, wicked spikes fastened to precious pearls, sparkly Swarovski capping a spent .22 - you get the idea.
Something that's always struck me is the idea to contrast the Frontier Days of 1800's western territory exploration (admittedly, inspired in part, by Seth Grahame-Smith's deeply philosophical Abraham Lincoln - Vampire Hunter, especially the line "where men were few and arrows flew") with the future. Cyborgs with lassos, dusty metal-jointed tumbleweeds - that sort of thing.
A lot of my work has a taste of this "Future Cowboy" image, but I haven't...
My name is Emily and I'm a six-months pregnant metalsmith.
Some days I get sick. Most days I get tired. Every day some body part I've never paid attention to screams out in pain, begging me to trade in my bench for my bed.
Still, I hammer on. Puns and all.
Other days, I'm feeling especially invincible and decide to take part in a three-person art show this coming May. I knew I had it in me to find clever ways around the toxins and fumes inherent in shaping metal into art. It started with a lot...