Four hand-carved wax teeth. These have been in my possession since I was a preteen, and they’ve always had a place of honor any place I have lived. My grandmother carved them when she was studying to be a hygienist in New York at her father’s dental office. I heard she hated it, but carving teeth was her favorite part.
I love faces… its the only thing that sustains my interest and keeps me painting. I am slowly (very slowly) collecting painted portraits. The two with tape are studies I painted from drop in painting this week, the upper left I bought off a homeless guy for $5, and the other a friend painted in grad school…
I make many things out of paper, but one of my current obsessions is paper shoes.
When I decided to start collecting birds nests I happened to off handedly tell my dad about my new quest. He thought it was a bit weird and said so, and I paid him no mind. A day or so after our conversation, he called me and asked if he had ever told me about his maternal grandfather and his bird nest collection… I said that he hadn’t. He went on to describe a grandfather about which he remembered very little, except for the aviary at the back of his house and the room full of altered cigar boxes which housed nests and egg specimens upon the dozens. My dad said he remembered the lids to the wooden cigar boxes had been removed and replaced with glass, taped on with thick black artists tape. My great grandfather had carefully noted the date and location of each collection and the type of bird who created the nest. I was so eager to see what sounded like an amazing treasure trove of nests, hoping that some cousin somewhere had a basemen full of untouched boxes. Sadly, the collection had been donated, sold or lost except for a few pieces which are now part of the California Academy of Science’s collection. I have yet to make a date to visit what’s left of my great grandfather’s collection, but I love that I have a relative who had the same desire to collect these precious objects of nature. These are four of my favorite nests from a rather large and growing collection I started a few years ago.
My dad offered me my first pocket knife when I was about 10 years old. And I thought it was one of the most amazing gift I had ever had. Sadly, that knife got lost, but I regrouped my favorite ones here.
The brown one I use for everything! The blade is very used but it makes it even more handier. You can read «made in western germany» on it which makes it kind of interesting historically. The red one looks a bit like the one my dad gave me. I love the little saw on these. Very powerfull. The tiny one was my mothers. I found it in a box of old things that belonged to her. Finally, the pink one I bought because it was pink and beautiful…
Here are from bottom to top, the first violin I owned, my first ukulele (beautiful sparkly pink), my mother’s mandolin and the kala uke I play now.
This is an emergency post from colourways as Sarah could not post today.