[Artistic] Copper Etching

I have waited all month on pins and needles to learn how to make beautiful, etched, enamelled pendants, and it has finally happened! ::grins::

Lessons at Poco began Friday, and spread over Saturday for time constraints.

I may come back to update with exact tools, but there are more than enough good tutorials out there [like this one] that it’s probably not necessary. I am actually quite interested to try etching with only vinegar and peroxide. (I am amused that during my brief search, computer hobbyists have more to say on experimenting with alternatives than artists do, maybe because in my heart I’m a bit of both.)

So we began by scuffing our blanks with fine steel wool until they were nice and shiny…

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Then using an etch resist, or professional Sharpie pen, protect the edges of your blank with marker. Using StayzOn ink, we stamped multiple blanks…

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until we had enough to fill our template, that would later fill the bottom of our dish with etching solution. Then we backed each piece with painter’s tape to protect the back of the blanks.

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There is more than one way to protect the back (I found the ferric acid leaked around the edges on several of them and it was a pain to scrub, so I will look into other resists).

[skipping a step here] We prepared our trays and etched/agitated them for an hour. After a rinse in baking soda water, they looked like this. Notice the inks are still very much adhered to the copper. I did not like how fat-tipped the markers were, so I only stippled a few pieces, but as you can see in the photo, that survived remarkably well.

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While any mistakes prior to the etching would be easy to remove with isopropanol (rubbing alcohol), the ink is now stubbornly stuck there, so it is back to burnishing each piece with steel wool. Here are my pieces before I began painting.

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At this point, a final pass with isopropanol should remove the last of the ink that is willing to come off (it won’t be perfect in the fine crevices). I admit I was sorely tempted to leave them on, I thought they were so pretty already.

Now, the world becomes your oyster… leave as is? Age it with liver of sulfur? (You might note the pair of feathers I drew look a little more different from the rest. I gave it a quick bath in liver of sulfur and polished the relief) Shall we paint it? shape it?

The majority of students – myself included – chose to paint our blanks; class ended with the take-home assignment of buying our own sealant as there is no proper ventilation to safely lacquer them on site. I would prefer to seal the paint before sharing pictures, but with the long weekend on the horizon, that may not happen as quickly as I like.

Hope you enjoyed the pictures. ::smiles::

Picture Perfect

It never ceases to amaze me how many parks - nay forests! – we have pocketing the city, and Sunday’s photo shoot would be spent inhabiting one such niche.

This one had a carved fairy tree ::grins::
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Attending behind-the-scene was quite a learning experience. I was quite nervous bringing just shy of $1,000 in product with me, but everyone was kind and fun to meet. Knowing only general colour schemes of interested models, I was downright giddy to have colour-matched outfits perfectly, like it was fate. ::grins::

I will be quite excited in the days ahead to see the finished photos. Anglou has released a few sneak peeks already.

I have already begun prepping listings for Etsy. My other friend will leave me with a CD of the ones she’s taken, and I can sort out from there what yet needs to be taken care of and plan accordingly.

Ergo the title of this post, as everything draws together and looks ‘picture perfect’. ::smiles:: I’ve even made time to try to freshen up the website a little bit.

Busy, busy days ahead.

Not Always Roses

Let me be brutally honest… today is a difficult day.

The sun is shining brightly through the layer of clouds, and the heat deliciously infusing… but internally I’m crashing.

Sleep whispers siren songs to heal all… heal my heavy heart, my fragile condition, and this sleep debt that demands its pound of flesh.

Yesterday was normal, save a pinched nerve that sent me back to the chiropractor to deal with, but today… today is a day to dress as a warrior princess.

A day for sharpened sticks entrenched deeply along the territory of my domain, and wild, unkempt hair… swords displayed at the ready and quivers filled with arrows.

A day to show all that I am fearless and strong in my solidarity, when all I want to do is curl up in a sunbeam on a soft bed made of sheepskin and have my back rubbed, and soft crooned words…

(It’s not always roses.)