UK artist Jennifer Collier creates "fabrics" from recycled paper, and then uses them to recreate household objects. "The papers are treated as if cloth, with the main technique employed being stitch; a contemporary twist on traditional textiles. The papers themselves serve as both the inspiration and the media for my work, with the narrative of the books and papers suggesting the forms."
A few years ago, the classic three-gesture selection game got a five-part update in the form of "Rock, Paper Scissors, Lizard, Spock." The geeks had a heyday (including this famous little tyke explaining the updated relationships), and then we went back to the regular old kind for all sorts of tasks: deciding who has to go pick up that one grocery store item you forgot, or winning national touraments.
Illustrator Christoph Niemann has decided to give the random-selection tradition a contemporary update, to reflect the current mire of political conversations in the US.
When I launched ManMade a year and a half ago (today's the eighteen-month anniversary!), I wanted to have something to give to the online handmade community to say, "Hi."
So, I whipped up this poster (in three colors! Yahoo!), and it's yours if you'd like it. Hang it in your office, your workspace, your home, on a telephone pole, wheat paste it onto a mailbox....whatever you please.
There are those museums or destinations that you visit once in your life: see the permanent collection, perhaps a few special exhibits, and say, "Yep, I'm glad I've been here."
And then there are those museums that necessitate multiple visits; you return there every time you're in a city, or perhaps even maintain a membership if you're close enough. The Museum of Modern Art in New York City is certainly one of the later. You can visit the fourth and fifth floor and never get sick of seeing the actual Matisses and Monets and Jasper Johnses that you know so well from photos, check out the special exhibits, media and design pieces, etc.
It never gets old.
Sometimes, the most fun craft projects are just stylish reinterpretations of the stuff you already know about.
'Member how fun it is to (still) shoot your straw wrapper across the table at your significant other, because she's awesome, and doesn't care about stuff like that, and will probably shoot hers back at you? Well, why not apply the same principle, and make a rocket?
I try my best not to just throw up pretty pictures and go on and on about how much I love them, but for these paper sculptures of vintage electronics, I have to make an exception.
Cause I do. Love them, I mean.
Sometimes, a card from the grocery store will do. (Grandma.) Sometimes, some stationery from an independent designer is right on. (Non-artsy sibling.) A handmade card is always tops for those you like and with whom you have inside jokes. (Good friend.) But, what about when you need a kick-butt, custom card for those closest to you, that deserve the next step.
Why, you gotta take things into the next dimension.
Over the last few years, handmade pennant bunting has become a popular project in the handmade and DIY decor scene. And for good reason: it's fun, festive, and infinitely customizable.
But, to be honest, a lot of it is, well, girly, and quite ornate. Constructed from multiple patterns of fabric, often with loads of pink, a lot of the fabric bunting tutorials out there are awesome, provided you're hosting a party for your daughter.
So, in prep to throw my sweetheart a kickin' birthday party, I wanted to come up with a quick and easy bunting that looked handmade, but remained clean, easy to make, and gender neutral.
Here's how to do it:
Letterpress is certainly one of printmaking's most beautiful techniques: the textures of the embossed letters, the way the ink interacts with the fibers of the paper.
But, it's also one of the least easy printmaking processes to get into. Whereas stencils, stamps, and even screenprinting can be approached with supplies from the art store, letterpress requires, well, a giant, heavy press, cases of type, and fancy metal plates concocted for each specific project.
In short: one does not dabble in letterpress.
So, what's left to do, especially if you design intends to end up online? Recreate the effect in Photoshop.
In the era of smartphones and text messages, the postcard has taken a bit of a hit. Sure, you could take time to go to a gift shop, select the best taken-at-sunset aerial photo of wherever you are, then try to find a place that'll sell you stamps, and take the time to write a note to all of your friends, find somewhere to mail it, and then beat the postcard home and tell your loved ones all about it before it arrives.
Or, you can snap a photo with your phone and text it to all your friends, email to your parents, and upload it to Facebook for the rest of the world to see.
Which is too bad, methinks, cause I think postcards are pretty cool, and need a revisiting. A tiny, little, awesome revisiting.
One day, I will own a lathe, and I will turn my own handmade chess set from maple and walnut. Or, perhaps I'll learn how to carve wood, and whip up a handcarved buncha trolls and goblins taking each other on.
Until then, I think this rolled paper chess set is pretty brilliant. Oh, and FYI - I suck at chess.
I really like stuff that's made out of other stuff. Especially when it's super mod, sharp-looking stuff that are immediately practical and made from other stuff that I always have on hand.
That's the best stuff.
In elementary school, I was a diorama master. Iroquois longhouses with tiny animal pelts and handcarved mini wooded bowls, the two-part Tantalos cooking up Pelops and feeding him to the gods/never being able to snatch the fruit or bend to drink the water, and my award winning scene from The Westing Game.
Call it a fractal, TriForce-inspired, or just plain geometric, this triangular upcycled fruit bowl is straight up awesome. Made from only recycled magazines and isosceles triangles, this guy'll have you rocking your 9th-grade math class and your glue gun skills all at once.
I got my name on the board one time in elementary school. Once! I was no rascal.
I'd had an allergy attack, and there was a substitute teacher who wouldn't let me get out of my chair to throw away my used tissues. It was just sitting there on my desk, all soiled, and I had to get rid of it. So I had the brilliant idea to stash my tissue into a paper airplane, and then send it soaring towards the trashcan six feet away.
What can I say? I was eight.