July 31, 2009
This is what my artistic wonder of a husband gave me for my birthday this year!
It's a sheet of copper (about 8X10) that he turned into an amazing piece of art. First, he created the image on his computer - using a 19th century map of NYC, the title of my forthcoming novel, and a gorgeous image of a moth. (I can't tell you the significance of the moth right now, but the portion of the map he used is the exact area where the novel is set.)
He then printed the image onto a sheet of transfer paper, applied it to the copper and set it with a hot iron. This created a resist on the copper plate so when he placed the whole thing in an acid bath, it etched the image into the surface of the copper.
Last but not least, he applied India ink to the plate, and rubbed it into all the nooks and crannies created by the acid etching process.
We'll be framing it soon, but I couldn't wait to show it off in all its Steampunk -y glory!
July 08, 2009
My desk. My tangled bank.
When I was small, I loved to visit my great aunt who lived in South Bend, Indiana. The Bader Avenue house was designed and built for her by her husband. It boasted many nooks and crannies that I adored - a rooftop landing off her bedroom, a cozy sunroom that was perfect for reading, a functioning dumbwaiter (large enough for a child to crawl into and ride between the floors), and a basement filled with old treasures. To me, the most magical of the things that had "gone to live below" was a Victorian pump organ. I used to sit at it, peddling away my aunt's requests one after another. When she passed on, the wheezing, wonderful beast was left to me.
Over the years, I dragged the thing nearly everywhere I lived, and along the way the bellows crumbled and its voice fell into disrepair. Not having the means to fix it, but knowing how much I still loved it, my husband gently dismantled the keyboard, stops and other mechanisms and replaced them with a writing surface. If I couldn't create music with it, I could at least craft stories while nestled in its gothic embrace.
The organ now sits in my studio in the rooftop of our barn, transformed into a writing desk. It has become a bit of a cabinet of wonders, adorned with stones collected from the beach, tea cups and fountain pens, an old brownie camera, a bunch of dried lavender from the garden, a hummingbird skeleton, my mother's favourite dancing shoes. I sit there day after day, putting pen to paper, mixing memories with imagination, willing stories to form. It is my tangled bank.
"It is interesting to contemplate a tangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent upon each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us." - from Darwin's On the Origin of Species