I love you, Rio Grande.

I can not believe this exists. 1066 pages of jewelry making stuff, things, and tools. Excuse me. I'll be in my bunk.

modern carpenters lunch.

impromptu log miter saw table

Monstery birdhouse

made in winter/spring 2012

oversized cedar biscuit type joint

for a silk painting frame.

some of the stuff i've made for her

oh, how she loves that dog.

sage advice

if you want to scare ghosts away, dont waft dead herbs at them, burn copies of Poltergeist and punch printouts of caspers face in every room.

Had the pleasure of working on this

rebuilt the frame for a friend.

loud as hell train in okc

that train that everyone hears in okc rolls right by les debris. kinda cool. super loud.

New Boo Science stickers arrive

New Boo Science sticker on the left. There's even a watermark. okay.. there's no watermark.

Died in the heat

I think I died in the heat doing yard work yesterday. Still waiting for trumpets. So far only stomach problems from last nights dinner and a snoring blind dog.

fleur des lis coin pendant

on long silver plate chain.

The BS setup at Les Debris

I love this store. So many amazing antiques, and so many more coming through all the time. There's Oklahoma made hot pickles, Split-T bbq sauce, various hand made artisan crafts, and tons more.

Les Debris
7 NE 10th St
Oklahoma City, OK 73104

dichroic glass gem coin pendant

with shards of antique turquoise beads, oklahoma red dirt, abalone shell, fleur des lis, in resin on long silver plate chain.

 

 

large half dollar coin red gem pendant

with antique turquoise bead shards and a fleur des les set in resin.

at Les Debris, Okc

antique bone button coin pendant

with maroon colored glass gem set in resin, with fleur de les on back side. half dollar coin on long silver plate chain.

swarovski crystal heart coin pendant

with abalone shell and antique turqouise beads on a long silver plate chain.

at Les Debris, Okc

Pearl Jam 20

15 years ago or so I was victim to some of my first CD thefts, The CDs in question were from the complete and massive Pearl Jam related CDs, and the thief was my younger sister.  This, it turns out, would be the last gift I would bestow upon my sister, as I would soon disappear into the night and upon the world.  It is entirely appropriate that she took from me my most prized musical lessons as I had stolen songs through my older sisters wall at night.  The Police, Pink Floyd, Tori Amos, Phantom of the Opera, I had favorites from each cassette tape.  I took those songs with me as I ventured out into the world, and I hope that Meghan, my younger sister, garnished something from those Pearl Jam, Mother Love Bone, Temple of the Dog, and Green River CDs. 

I always felt some connection to Andrew Wood, even though intellectually it's unfair, ridiculous, and delusional to think I could be like anything like some random NWern junkie musician who died before I was truly sentient, but there it was, since the first time I heard his voice, an understanding, a kinsmenship.  After many years of experience, music, life, laughter, sadness, jokes, tragedies, I have learned more about why I felt that connection from such a young age - it bellies on the type of sadness we perceive in the world because it is inside us so prevalently.  It's a quiet anger and sadness that comes with simply being human and living in a world that requires constant drastic change to be faced by the babes that we humans are.  When such emotions are the ones currently bubbling up, often they lead to resolutions of change and compassion.  These things are often corralled and shaped into laughter, experiments, ideas, and exuberant efforts.  These are the things that make our kind of man jesters, and crazed white-hair wizards at different times of the day.  The difference between us, I suppose, couldn't be greater.  We are from different times, we had vastly different lives, I live on and he does not.  We are no where near the same, and yet, still, I feel a connection.  Is this the power of his music?  His gift?  Certainly in part.  I think more likely it's just the kinsmenship we all share, all feel at some point.  It's that moment when your brain syncs up with someone else's soul and you realize what it is to be human, at least to be a human like you.  They say, after studying the human body and all the neural pathways that we likely don't have genetic memory to pass on to the generations after us.  I think technology, one of the oldest being music, has changed that fact.

Between maker friends, regarding flaws in castings

"Our flaws are what tell the most complete story of our construction, and are therefore what shines light on the most important insights into our greatness. I love them all."

Some custom pendants. Fleur.

curing.

Resin poured, pretty things set in coins

Okie soldering wind block

Just a bit of improvisation at 15mph winds, thanks to the city recycling program.

Grinding, working the metal. preparing.

Ring shaped coins

Starting pendants i hope to finish by saturday.

I'm punching out coins. I've annealed them, this is the cause of the oxidation blackening.

puzzles rule

http://puzzlemuseum.com/puzzles/amb/eng_botts/harry-eng.htm

Sit. Stay. Art.

Tonight, IAO Gallery, 706 West Sheridan, Okc, 15 dollars at the door. Art that will help animals live beautiful lives with people who love them.

Belt buckle. Wood and torquiose.

First monster end table by Boo Science

Decker Dog bracelet

Trashed settee turned into monster TV stand

Trashed 1940s desk turned into apartment kitchen island

Toothy Monster mini end table

Monster mini dresser

Princess Throne Dresser

for neice.

the drill that belonged to my grandfather

given to me as a very meaningful present by my grandma. i hold it dear.

reclained cedar side table

Cankles side table

made out of a found trashed headboard.

Mini zen cedar-topped pedistal