Before I’d ever met my husband, before grad school and teaching, and certainly before I ever had the baby ladies, I wanted to be an artist. Not a painter really, but someone who paints with beads. A sculptor of sorts. We were out there in limited numbers, the bead artists, but I wanted to use beads to “paint” on a canvas. Here’s an example of what I sorta mean:
Here’s a closer look at the medium:
Those are various sizes of buttons and even sequins in some places.
Here’s an example in color:
Here’s a funky version of Queen Elizabeth in safety pins and chains:
Fancy the Queen with a lip ring? I do.
Little Union Jack, anyone?
Pretty fantastic, huh? Yeah, I think so, too. Unfortunately, these aren’t mine. These are the work of the uber-talented British sculptor Ann Carrington. I first saw her work on Bravo’s 9 By Design this year (of course it would be a Bravo show). She is brilliant. Without adding all the dimensions, I’ll go ahead and tell you these pieces act as wall hangings, “paintings,” and are actually rather big. Beautiful.
This is what I’d envisioned for my work, but with beads. Tiny glass beads, that would’ve no doubt brought about carpal tunnel syndrome. Even Mr. Kalish thought this was a great idea at the time. Of course, there may have been a touch of pity in that. Maybe a fear that I might start collecting cats in great numbers. Like on Animal Hoarding.
Perhaps I should just be proud of the fact that I really did have a solid idea; it’s just that someone beat me to the punch and did a much better job of it.
Let’s just say Carrington’s portrait of me (should I ever be so lucky) would be a shade of green.