Issa

Hi

I think its an earring. Or a little stick pin? Either way, you'll have to lean in to read it.

Ive got a kind of black mark on the tip of my index finger- see it? I cut my self with a jeweller's saw, quite deep- then some kind of silver-dust-grime has gotten in and its healed over- a sort of lame goldsmith's tattoo!

Its 11:59

And I want to stay alive!

Farm machinery seats

Rye Bread Badges

Bronze Rye Bread badges- now in dark and light!
Coming soon; a really small version- I will add them to the shop when they're ready...

Esmé presented me with her version too... she insists that the letter Y represents a figure throwing their hands up saying "yippee!"- so she always puts a little head on top.
I guess when she starts school next year they'll squash all those beautiful ideas she has :-(
so I'll record it here for posterity. Yippee!

Isaac Button

I'm a bit of a late comer to this one- this is just an extract, its worth watching the whole thing on YouTube. Just amazing. 1200 pots thrown per day! I enjoyed the part where Mr Button is cutting the clay from the hillside too...(Thanks to Max Lamb)

Wherein J. Makes His Mark

Let the punishment fit the crime ( He enjoyed "cleaning" it up even more!) 

If I were a Netsuke

Thanks dear... just to clarify, are you saying I'm horsey or rat-faced? -Surely one cant be both (?)
(From An Introduction to Netsuke-Joe Earle.)

Eames Do-Nothing Machine

Details

Arched windows / batoned lining boards / stand-offish chimney / grindstone

Spinning Cobwebs

Hand-crank pedestal drill at the forge on Churchill Island.
The only thing spinning, though- are the spiders...

The Golden Tummy

 ogata Kenzan (VIA THE POTTER’S BRUSH:)

Hello, you!
Ive got a Tumblr now, too.
Because, you know, its somewhere to put collected pictures of great stuff by other people.
And there's no words.
So if you hate my words, but you think (or imagine) that I have nice eyes ( "no... don't speak!");
Then The Golden Tummy is for you... and you...and...you, but not you. Oh alright, c'mon then.

Sinking Feeling

...but in a good way- a sinking mallet ( aka bossing mallet) from Camberwell Market, for a few bucks.
High time for me to really get back into the smithing.
(I nearly bought some blacksmithing tongs too- but restrained myself- let's keep things cold for now)

Wet Owl

Owls in a fountain. Its obvious really.
And popular- note holes from whence the other owls have been thieved. 

More Moore Maw

Toothy observations at the NGV, thanks to 

Bruce Armstrong, Henry Moore and Roy Grounds

Seep

Blue reaching 

for Red

Wintry

Koshiro Onchi- いちばんうまい!!

Winter

Inuit woman adjusting seal-oil lamp. via Denver Museum

"The ice glittered in the light of the lamp, and heat and cold dwelt 

here together in theirfamiliar contrast. I shall never cease to chant

the beauty of the seal-oil lamp; and here again I asked myself, 

How can a length of cotton wick, fashioned into a saw-toothed strip 

and floating on melted blubber, spread such an astonishing measure

of friendliness and companionship? From this glow there emanates

the warmth and the security that constitute the true and inner meaning

of the word home."

-Gontran De Poncins, Kabloona