This is Michael Roush of Wolfwing Studios. I met him at Pratt’s Open House this past Saturday. He was totally decked out in chain mail that he made himself. Check out the back of his jacket:
So sculptural. And if all that weren’t impressive enough, there’s the squid on his shoulder:
Clearly, this is a guy who loves chain mail of all kinds. I was happy to meet him in person because I had heard about him last year from Julia Harrison, who taught a chain mail workshop that he attended. I always like to connect with instructors after we’ve run a new class, to see how things went. And I remember her mentioning Michael—not by name, but by reference to how into chain mail he was, and how good he was at it.
Running into him at Open House was a bit like running into a unicorn–you’ve heard stories but aren’t quite sure what to think, and then unexpectedly, right before your very eyes, you see it: loads of chain mail worn by its maker. . .
Nicely done, Michael!
Tacoma Metal Arts Center (TMAC) owner Amy Reeves and I partnered on the above jewelry exhibition, which will be at her place for the month of May and then up here in Seattle at Pratt Fine Arts Center for the month of June.
I finally deleted enough images from my camera for its software program to recognize it. When I accumulate over, say, a trillion images, the software refuses to acknowledge the camera’s existence (error message to this effect). Then I can’t upload anything, and somehow blogging is less fun without images.
This forces me to deal with the images, one by one, making tough decisions (I hang onto old images). And until I find the time, patience, and decisiveness required for mass deletion, I tend to refuse to acknowledge the software’s existence–it’s dead to me. Vicious circle.
Happily, everything is back on track again. I still feel put out upon by the software’s strange agency in this matter, and after seeing a friend upload his images directly to iPhoto (bypassing camera software!), I’ve begun wondering whether I might be happier doing the same. . .
But all this is off-topic, as this is supposed to be about studio work.
I know that round cuts of branch can be a little cliché, but I really like the disparate quality of the (as-yet-unfinished) piece with them above–the wood is from Paul’s homeland, and I found the steel wire on the Ballard bridge.
So need a break from the grey of winter. . .