More faces.

They are all about an inch and a half tall.

They're the faces of a stranger, but we love to try them on.

I pulled out the chasing tools I made last semester and

started playing around to see what sort of characters appeared.

They still need some refining and then... enamel!

This makes me want something cold to drink.

Another one of my projects was a cup.

I started by drawing a template and cutting this shape out of sheet of 16 gauge pewter. 

Then I fused the two long sides together (fusing means there is no seam)

and shaped it by hammering on stakes like this.

 

After a lot of raising and forming, this is what it looked like. The lines were there to help me keep the whole thing center. It's actually a lot like throwing a pot out of clay on a wheel. Except a lot more forceful. And a lot louder.

Here it is after adding a rim and a base and after smoothing out all the planish marks. I formed the rim by pouring an ingot out of molten scraps of pewter and then pulling it through a draw plate to make thick round wire. Then I connected the ends into a ring and fused them together.

Let's try again.

So I've decided to cut my losses and start my final project over again.

This is my second attempt:

I used paint as a resist and just brushed on a pattern.

I was excited to see how well the etching worked with the brush strokes.

I'll definitely be playing around with this more in the future.

Here's the final piece, including a spoon I forged to scoop out the tea.

What you get when you potchkee around.

Ever since the workshop with Fred Fenster,

my class has started using Yiddish to express our discontent with our projects.

Following this trend, I can say without hesitation that my final project is becoming

completely ongepotchket and it can gey in drert via tsybilla for all I care.

For those who are not fluent:

Ongepotchket: AWN-ge-potch-key.

Slapped together or assembled without form or sense. Gaudy and overdone.

Gey en drert via tsybilla: gay-in-DRERT-vee-a-SIB-il-ah.

Literally: Go in the dirt like an onion. An insult.

I've been awake for the last 49 hours.

I think it's time for a nap.

Spin.

One spinning mechanism is not enough, so today I became a revolving factory.

Nothing works yet.