The box of little toy airplanes in bold bright colors came from my parents’ house. The planes came home with me in a cardboard box and landed on a shelf in the basement. I forgot about them.
It must have been eight or ten years ago or so that I sorted their home to ready it for sale. Mom had just died and Dad was in a nursing home.
I’m not sure how I ended up with the planes. I wonder why one of my brothers didn’t take them but lucky, lucky me.
The colorful copper enamel wall pieces that I create give me the big color fix.
For almost two years, for three hours a week with an occasional five-hour Saturday studio just for fun, I dabble in an art form called copper enameling. I feature some of my work on my art blog, KarenMoody.com.
I sift and fire ground glass on copper, one layer at a time, fire it in the kiln again and again and just see what happens. I love color and I love glass. It makes me happy in the spirit. And then there’s the metal. Love metal. Fix doubled.
Art Series from Enameled Copper Pipe
Lately I play with copper pipe. I love how it bends in the hand… just enough tension to keep it from folding over on itself but still enough soft motion to enjoy a sense of fluidity.
A really fun by-product of the intense heat on copper is the fire scale. Some fire scale quickly falls off into thin little curled chunks as the copper cools. Those silent little pop-pop-pops make me smile.
But really, isn’t it so empowering, not to mention fun, to make art or do something creative not just for the end product but for the process? And then, to deepen the joy, notice the many small things and their effect on our senses that we do along the way? Why else would we do it more than once?
I call this piece Bent not Broken. This artful expression joyfully depicts how strong and empowered I am when I speak my truth and express that truth creatively.