Monday, April 20, 2020

CUTTING INTO THE ROUND BOOK...

 


I am celebrating a return to the very-long-term, on-going-project of the Round Book which Stephen gifted me, one birthday in Rome on a family trip. I had discovered to covet the week before in Florence its unique form of a bound crescent which, when opened, bloomed into a fully circular format.

I had decided not to buy it as being inappropriate for writing my journal, given the textures of its handmade rag paper, ribbed textures of laid-marks on half the sides of pages wildly assembled in its circularity to become a chaotically three-dimensional mandala of surfaces. What a gift!

I’ve written several posts about my process & its slow progress into the 100 pages caught between marbled-paper boards… bound with a delicately tooled leather spine.

DRAWING IN CIRCLES… | | GRB BELLS

CIRCLING WITH FAERIES… | | GRB BELLS

A shrine to the lessons of accepting a challenging invitation to make creative use of such real-estate. The heavy rag paper would not easily accept ink with any clarity so I began with pencil… one of my favorite media for its subtle & complex versatility… including learning to dance atop its textures.

The drawings, for various reasons, were happening so slowly, that I could see that the blank pages still began quite too close to the front cover, even after years of working in it. Simple observation made it clear I would never finish at that pace. I had occasionally toyed with the notion of exploring breaking into those layers of surface.

I have often become the sculptor of my drawings.

I’ve again become an active explorer of such possibilities… now inviting you to meander with me in what is uncharted territory…

Enjoy!


 

Saturday, February 29, 2020

THE EGG... Returns

 

I’m anxious to share again the accomplishment of the most complicated piece in my creative history. I am pleased that it came back into my possession almost 10 years ago… I’m disappointed that I have not accomplished the difficult work of repairing it!
First, a bit of introductory story…
I was commissioned to make this object in 1983, during the years I was working in Sedona, Arizona. It was to be a gift commemorating the birthday of a patron of mine from his partner. They knew I had long dreamed of emulating the fabulous eggs made by Faberge for the last two Russian Czars, as Easter gifts to their Czarinas.
You may google to find many images of these rare pieces. I will share just a few of my favorites to introduce the tradition I followed in my own manner.
The first was quite simple, enameled white which opened to introduce a gold yolk which opened in turn to reveal a small hen…
Over the years they became much more elaborate… with colored enamels & stones…

I love the mosaic of this one, a relatively smooth texture… almost simple, compared to many others!

The Coronation Egg shelters a miniature replica of the state coach.

The Kremlin egg is a favorite to my love of the architectural…

So the bar was set high for me & I knew I could not match the materials in our budget, but I wanted to attempt making a piece which hinted at richness & reflected some similar elaboration. The metal of this egg is sterling silver, with some gold details inside.

Little did I know at the beginning what an adventure the project would become! I wonder if I might not have reconsidered if I had, but in that moment this seemed a dream come true. I blithely made an estimate, collected a deposit & began to lathe a blank wax on which I could begin to draw & design.

My client suggested the theme of iris & heron, offering as example a painted image he liked. Additionally, he requested a pagoda, which I resisted at first, but which ultimately became a very functional part of the design… as it became the hinge allowing the piece to open.

I acquired several pieces of mastodon ivory from another jeweler friend who had long worked with that material… which, unlike elephant ivory, is legal because the animal is extinct. The tusks occasionally are discovered in the melting glaciers of Alaska which have preserved them for thousands of years. I carved two heron from that lovely warm almost amber-colored bony texture, which resembles quite hard-dried soap
The bird on the outside is carved in low relief, nearly flush with the curving surface. The second heron, sculpted in the round, anticipated becoming the surprise, as the interior would become the same scene in three dimensions.
Most Faberge Imperial eggs had “surprises” some sort & I knew I wanted to plan toward some similar device as well.
I acquired several pieces of mastodon ivory from another jeweler friend who had long worked with that material… which, unlike elephant ivory, is legal because the animal is extinct. The tusks occasionally are discovered in the melting glaciers of Alaska which have preserved them for thousands of years. I carved two heron from that lovely warm almost amber-colored bony texture with a distinctive moire patterning.
The bird on the outside is carved in low relief, nearly flush with the curving surface. I carved a second bird with wings spread in flight & imagined it somehow in motion. I anticipated it becoming the surprise, as the interior would become a scene in three dimensions. Spending months cogitating this bit of “mecanique” I eventually devised a cam on the hinge to pivot the bird into subtle motion.
 
The bird flies over a Lapis Lazuli lake surrounded by a “fence” of reeds & additional iris, all cast in 14K gold.
The egg sits & turns on its base from which it can be lifted to be held in the hand to be examined more closely as one opens, allowing one to observe the close interior drama.
I collected faceted trapezoidal chrome tourmalines to tuck their deep green into the leaves… also oval tanzanites, whose purple color suggested the blooms of iris . When it came time to fashion the catch, I used a cabochon sapphire as the thumb piece. Finally, I cut a flat slab of lapis lazuli to suggest a lake collected in the bottom of the interior.
The sequence of the process was quite experimental as I gradually wrestled how to pull all these notions & parts into some cohesive concept. It is interesting that my journal seems to record very little about this project… although I have not re-read the entire period as yet. My memory knows that it absorbed me for some 18 months, missing the first deadline & being finished almost literally on the day of the next birthday, when it was concealed under an egg-shape, woven of palm leaves, as part of the floral centerpiece during dinner until being lifted for the presentation of the egg, just before dessert with champagne.
These images show the piece when it was fresh. It is in its present state, needing repair. The ivory has dried & cracked in the desert atmosphere & several parts of that material are lost, needing replacement. I’m researching how best to accomplish such restorative surgery. I will make more photographs when that work is finished.
I also need to document a manual, as it were… demonstrating how the engineering functions with the joinery of more than a dozen pieces articulating in a system with a variety of clicks & clamps, hinge pins, cams & toggles… all of which contrive to allow me to assemble, disassemble & re-assemble those parts all those hundreds of times during the design process… plus to disassemble it again now & in future for cleaning & repair.

Monday, February 11, 2019

THE BLOG IS MOVING...

I invite you to join me in celebrating a change-of-address for this blog, which will now become an integral part of the GRB BELLS newly redesigned website... becoming an entirely new way for me to share & market the catalog of bells in addition to the deeper history of my work along with other parts of my story... including this blog of my writing & photography. The simplest path is to use this link: http://www.grbbells.com/blog/ .

You will soon be able to peruse the ever growing material I have begun to sort & prepare from my collections of thousands of old slides & photographs of paintings, jewelery, sculpture & graphic work from my past & which will be shared as archives under the tab labelled "STORY". You may begin now to read about some of the processes which are used to make the bells.

It is exciting to be able to begin building-out this new format, which will allow me to create the "book" many suggest, but which I will probably otherwise never actually write!

While you may continue to use this address to peruse my 14 years of historic blog posts, they will also be posted on the new site.

Thursday, December 27, 2018

HOLIDAY GARDEN [APRES CHRISTMAS] 2018...

 I am digging back into the studio after the holidays, 
as seen with the pile of garden cuttings 
impulsively spray-painted 
silver, for a decorative "arrangement" now languishing 
while I ponder being safely rid of the leavings...
T'won't compost & probably ought not to be burned. 
I did not think that one out very well...
Solstice has long been the heart-fully factual event for us. 
This year we attended a lively party with a large group of
 good friends... Enjoying much fine conversation! 

On our way home we walked the path around a large pond 
where one Islander gifted the night's magic... 
a millennia of flames... luminaria 
flickering harmony with misty light of full moon! 
Then home to our own lamps for a long recuperative sleep!
Thus Christmas was happily celebrated quietly. Just the two of us at home here at Soundcliff... a very rare thing! The first time in many years that we have not been traveling, either to spend time with family... or seeking to avoid any additional rush of festivities after the period when the Island's Studio Tour absorbs so much of the calendar with the hard work of cleaning & preparing for two intense weekends of "showtime"... ringing in, ringing out & ringing up the bells' business!

We've tried escaping to various parts of the Orient, only to discover the universality of Santa & various versions of decorated trees, even if oftentimes they are more entertaining than in this country. So it is probably easiest to just sit tight & ignore the fuss where we have the most control! 

Our weather, while quite wet, has been mild, so the garden has continued to produce & bloom. I picked greens & salads for the meals to which we treated ourselves. Stephen made a big batch of his specialty crab cakes. There was fresh salmon & ahi for the succession of nights... sweet times!
The reliable gift of produce in this season is Mashua, the starch crop I've grown since learning about it at the Mother Garden in Sonoma County, when I lived in northern California 25 years ago. The abundant foliage climbs high all summer, giving its spicy nasturtium zip as addition to salads, but in late autumn it develops happy blossoms, signaling that its roots are making the tubers for which it is generally raised by the Peruvian gardeners who more famously gave us potatoes.
 
These beautiful organic packages of intense flavor can be eaten raw... I like them thin sliced like winter "radishes" to make toothsome crispy zippity-do-da salad nibbles... 
but are more usually served as a cooked vegetable. Sauteed or better roasted, 
both the flavor & texture soften & sweeten rather ephemerally.


 The hexagonal raised bed produced Trout's Back lettuces & Baby Bok Choy...
The Wasabi Arugula blossoms went in the salad to accompany the Ahi well!
Pineapple Sage blossoms color holiday salads festive...
The small Camellia started blooming to add more red to our view.
One stalwart patch of pansies held-on!
 I brought the Abutilon into the studio to protect 
& display its bell-inspiration during the show...
But this fuchsia made a lovely small show 
spiting difficulties from lack of light & temperature.
I've been celebrating the small mountain of cedar sawdust which covers the new hugelkulture Tom helped build during a week of Indian summer... an experiment in re-sculpting the contour of one large section of the garden from "sagging swale" into a more visually sturdy "rib". A long term project!
Reminding the sweet welcome in/out my plane window as we came home from Thanksgiving in Florida. Tahoma is our beautiful mother mountain... we watch her from Soundcliff's windows every day she isn't hiding in the clouds with which she dresses for her constantly evolving fashion!
These Ibis & Pelicans joined us for lunch at a dockside restaurant one afternoon down there...
Reminding me of the sculpture hiding silhouetted behind the mylar sheet we use as a sun shade in our bedroom window... not needed often during this dark time, but useful when we are journaling & reading on rare enough mornings desiring celebration of any such intrusions of light returning!
Early Bird Blessings For this New Year!

Monday, December 24, 2018

AFTER WINTER SOLSTICE - 2018...

Sunrise at Soundcliff on the morning after the longest night...
Greetings on the Winter Solstice of 2018…

Solstice is THE holiday for me. A day as “HOLY” as I can easily accept… being quite real. The physical manifestation of whatever genuine magic keeps the world from tilting totally out of control.

A moment in the rhythmic continuity of everything 
we can really know marks this seasonal symbolic loss of light & of its return. 
All the other festivities of culture begin with this. I could too easily whisper “amen” & be done with the rest. 
But, no, I realize that I can choose better... 

Working inside the wider study & understanding I’ve long practiced I appreciate again that I am not always the same curmudgeon I have sometimes seemed this year. 
I have my moments, teetering on this cusp, of both snarl & smile.

I have been remembering a story which reveals part of the origins of that curmudgeon, from the year of my graduating from college [being summer1967… 50 & more years ago], when I accepted a job to help set-up the first-ever year-round Christmas Shoppe in Denver’s newly developing Larimer Square. 

I was one of a cadre of creatives [read: mostly gay boys] who naturally collected around this project of wrangling Denver’s version of retail rehabilitation by bringing gifts of talent which were essential & appreciated while being un-affordable & thus ultimately under-rewarded in the longer term… An economic fable commonly called “gentrification”…

We began in August, as I recall, to unpack hundreds of cartons containing dozens of artificial trees, upon which we carefully strung hundreds of strings of lights & then hung with thousands of ornaments. 

For some trees there were obvious “themes” or color scenes to follow with some logic, but others invited the invention at which we could excel when given opportunity to play creatively as a fair-or-not part of the pay package. It was, after all, the summer of love... 

The initial Ho-Ho-Ho enthusiasm we brought to work at this new adventure, wearing cut-offs to cope with summer heat in an old historic brick building with no AC, began to drag. Soon enough, the plastic icicles were being hung with matching drips of sweat. The fake snow couldn’t cool anything except one’s sagging ardor. The scent of the holidays became the rank smell of hot glittery paint on cheap wood, hide glue & ageing papier-mâché. What would later seem festive to eager customers had become too early rather icky. 

I thus lost most any love of Christmas as it was becoming, even then, to be celebrated & it took some years until I could think of the holidays without noticing that stink… which, at least symbolically, still returns to my nostrils some years.

So, I have done several versions of these holidays backstage, so to speak, in retail since the small-town department store I worked during high school, through the Ma-and-Pa jewelry store so important to me during college… into the folly of Christmas-in-July.

I deserve my status as part time curmudgeon! 

The anodyne to what I’ve come to see mostly as a madness is this simply magical re-occurrence of a long night of adjustment into proof of sanity. Balance. All has righted itself. Life continues anew. 

I can now rather more easily let all the ancillary feasts carry-on as they might & need. I play with them as I will… or not. I know what is real to me.

Solstice Blessings, 
With Bells... or without even those such trappings…
GRB


Saturday, June 09, 2018

BIRTHING THE MOLDS...


GRB Bells recently participated in our VIVA [Vashon Island Visual Arts] Spring Tour the first two weekends of May. [Our Holiday Tour is the first two full weekends of December.]

As part of the studio's presentation I demonstrate wax injection, one part of the process of the bells' manufacture which I am capable, within the constraints of time, to demonstrate simply. I am thus encouraged to explain here the process of making the mold into which the wax is injected.
Here are the castings made from my original wax carvings for several designs plus their clappers. I call these the "masters" & I securely archive them in order to be able to remake any of the rubber molds which might break or wear out. They are also the best form of copyright, since the molding process will shrink the design slightly & all bells made from them will be smaller. 

You see them sitting upside down on their "sprues", which are the rods which were the channels through which the molten metal entered the temporary plaster mold to make the casting. A bell has at least two pieces -- and the clappers must be made separately, of course.

This group includes The SEAHORSE Bell with its unusually complex, three-piece clapper on the left. [The two bells on the right are the SUFI SURF & the CLOUD PALACE Bells]
This is the raw silicone rubber, which is soft & resembles a dense putty. It comes in strips protected with peel-able plastic on both sides. I cut it to size with scissors & pack it around the master in an aluminum mold frame, with the sprue touching its interior side. At this stage I must begin to think "inside-out" as I work to fill the negative space around the bell with the positive rubber.
When the mold is filled I label it with a thin aluminum or brass tag into which I emboss its name with a stylus. The mold press has two electrically heated platens between which the mold is sandwiched. A heavy screw with a large handle tightens to press it all tight. 
Under that pressure its heat of 350 degrees 
vulcanizes the rubber in about an hour.
The result is a solid block of harder rubber completely enclosing the master, squeezing a slight excess, which insures that all the details of the master have been captured. It shrinks a bit as it cools, freeing itself from the sides of the mold's interior. 
I trim the excess with scissors & peel out the tag, 
leaving the name permanently as part of the mold. 
Next comes the difficult part! I use a scalpel to very carefully cut the block apart to free the master, while also making "keys" to secure the fit when the mold is put back together.
It is fascinatingly puzzling to dance between thinking positively about the negative! It requires bringing the cuts from the bottom of the sprue ever closer to the still invisible master, prying the dense rubber apart with the help of a hook mounted to my desk. It is important to land the cut at the best place on the design to make the mold function well, both to promote the escape of air pushed ahead of the molten wax & for ease of removing the cooled wax.
The mold stretches & wants to snap closed. I must use brute strength of one hand while keeping the other facile enough to aim the blade cutting delicately into narrow-sighted space dancing between positive & negative space...
These photos show the process arrested by being held open with toothpicks... Each piercing in the design must be cut cleanly so as to efficiently re-close, recreating that detail in wax. 
I cut down from around the skirt of the bell to create a core which is pulled from the interior of the master, with another tricky part involving the clapper loop which clings, being filled with rubber in the top of the bell's interior, difficult to reach with the blade. Even with a collection of tricks over years of experience, I often still struggle with this part of the process!

Below you can see that core sitting-up in the center, atop the left & right half of the mold, which shows the positive wax which was injected into it. 
Outside are the halves of the second mold containing the 3 clapper parts.
The wax injector is a heated pot filled with wax under about 5 pounds of air pressure. 
Near-liquid molten wax is injected into the sprue of the mold when pressed against its nozzle, thus engaging the pressure sensitive valve behind it.
 Here is a video of an actual injection:






The result is a wax replication ready to be cast into metal to make the bell I will sell.