Post by Zoe Rios on Sept 17, 2014 15:37:41 GMT -6
"Two birds on a wiiiiiiiire...." Zoe's voice faded into humming as she leaned in close to her work.
She didn't frequent the crafts tables often at camp, but she'd recently been struck with inspiration. Usually that kind of thing passed, but she felt almost plagued by the image in her mind. It had started not long after her most recent return to camp after having visited some family in California. The bird always hung around the cabin; a sleek, black crow. It was her father's bird, she knew. No one could mistake that, for it was known to spout couplets from time to time. She and her half siblings, who knows how many generations back, called him Moe. Well, Moe had been molting or something, because she started to find his feathers; on the steps of the cabin, and on her bed and belongings. Since that started, her mind constantly wandered back to the feathers. After a day or two, she started collecting them when she found them.
Most were pretty pathetic and Zoe didn't wonder why Moe had decided to rid himself of them. But there were a few that seemed just beautiful. She wouldn't have thought it, but the black of Moe's feathers was anything but simple. If you held one to the light, you might catch flashes of emerald, midnight blue, or purple; like oil. It was mesmerizing. And so Zoe was consumed by these feathers, but didn't know what to do with them, until she finally just decided to take them to the craft area.
She wandered between the tables and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for something that might catch her eye. After some time, she had collected some metallic paints, brushes, and some thin silver and gold wire. After some more time spent pondering her items, Zoe had finally touched on an idea. She'd never made jewelry before, but it didn't seem all that hard.
She started with sorting her feathers into groups by size. She had one feather, roughly five inches long, several three inch ones, and two almost identical two inch feathers. She had set those two aside and focused on the largest. With the paints, she painstakingly painted a long, golden arrow down the center, and then two smaller, silver arrows on either side. Setting that aside, she then painted tiny gold arrows on each of the smallest feathers. After the paint had dried, she took the large feather and a couple of medium ones and bundled them together, fraying the smaller ones until they appeared more fuzzy and used them to frame the larger. She secured this bundle with the wire, alternating bits of silver and gold.
She was working with the smaller feathers now, fastening them with wire as well as she hummed and sang along with the music playing from an iPod at her side. "I'll believe it aaaaaaaaaaall." she sang quietly.
((Song: Two Birds by Regina Spektor))
She didn't frequent the crafts tables often at camp, but she'd recently been struck with inspiration. Usually that kind of thing passed, but she felt almost plagued by the image in her mind. It had started not long after her most recent return to camp after having visited some family in California. The bird always hung around the cabin; a sleek, black crow. It was her father's bird, she knew. No one could mistake that, for it was known to spout couplets from time to time. She and her half siblings, who knows how many generations back, called him Moe. Well, Moe had been molting or something, because she started to find his feathers; on the steps of the cabin, and on her bed and belongings. Since that started, her mind constantly wandered back to the feathers. After a day or two, she started collecting them when she found them.
Most were pretty pathetic and Zoe didn't wonder why Moe had decided to rid himself of them. But there were a few that seemed just beautiful. She wouldn't have thought it, but the black of Moe's feathers was anything but simple. If you held one to the light, you might catch flashes of emerald, midnight blue, or purple; like oil. It was mesmerizing. And so Zoe was consumed by these feathers, but didn't know what to do with them, until she finally just decided to take them to the craft area.
She wandered between the tables and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for something that might catch her eye. After some time, she had collected some metallic paints, brushes, and some thin silver and gold wire. After some more time spent pondering her items, Zoe had finally touched on an idea. She'd never made jewelry before, but it didn't seem all that hard.
She started with sorting her feathers into groups by size. She had one feather, roughly five inches long, several three inch ones, and two almost identical two inch feathers. She had set those two aside and focused on the largest. With the paints, she painstakingly painted a long, golden arrow down the center, and then two smaller, silver arrows on either side. Setting that aside, she then painted tiny gold arrows on each of the smallest feathers. After the paint had dried, she took the large feather and a couple of medium ones and bundled them together, fraying the smaller ones until they appeared more fuzzy and used them to frame the larger. She secured this bundle with the wire, alternating bits of silver and gold.
She was working with the smaller feathers now, fastening them with wire as well as she hummed and sang along with the music playing from an iPod at her side. "I'll believe it aaaaaaaaaaall." she sang quietly.
((Song: Two Birds by Regina Spektor))
