Esprit Decor Gallery & Framing Blog
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February 15, 2018
GETTING RUBBED THE RIGHT WAY
No, this isn't meant to be a Valentine's Day instructional, and yes, it is family rated. Actually, today's subject is rubbings, brass rubbings, to be more precise. The technique involves laying a piece of paper over a brass plate most often found in churches or chapels, and then rubbing the surface of the paper with a waxy metallic crayon, so the pattern is transferred from the"Brass" onto the paper. The technique first appeared in the early thirteenth century in continental Europe, and even today is used as a contemporary historical resource for medieval research. Plus, they're fun to make.
Here, in consultation with our client, we chose an antique gold scalloped frame to match the color and period of the image, in addition to a black mat to match the paper, along with a thin metallic gold inner mat to both separate the image from the framing solution, and to also tie the image and frame together. The Roman arch, which repeats the scalloped design of the frame adds the finishing touch:
Where the Hell is Riga?
I love my dogs. Anybody who has ever been responsible for/owned by/caretaker for dogs/cats/ferrets/turtles/iguanas/fruit bats/T-Rex's etc. understands this completely. I have a friend who unfortunately works for the Humane Society, and she keeps sending me pictures. Dog porn, the worst kind. Sweet, warm, cuddly puppies and dogs that needed a forever home. Normally I can resist, but my steely resolve melted when she sent over an image of Buddy, a five year old Queensland heeler. It was a weak moment; I was probably in my favorite browsing location (the can), when the image came over on my phone. I swiped out of Wordle, and was immediately overcome by feelings of love, tenderness, caring...in short, all the emotions that would make me the perfect mother caretaker. He fell out of a truck on the freeway? Fine. He had to have several teeth pulled? No worries. His right paw is almost twice the size of his left? Great. His chest is all scar tissue from multiple surgeries, and he has Valley fever? OK. It sounded like a perfect match, so the next day we met at the Humane Society, and it was love at first bite. Buddy was good natured, enthusiastic, and happy, despite all the trials and tribulations he'd been through. We left together, and I introduced him to Stella, my nine year old Blue Heeler. If they got along, great, otherwise it would be a deal breaker.But they got along great. Buddy was a typical male. First at the water bowl, first in the car, first through the door. It wasn't personal. It wasn't that he just didn't consider Stella. He didn't consider me, either. Stella, sweet girl that she is, acquiesced. My plan was to give Buddy so much love and affection that he might start thinking outside the envelope of his own ego. We've made some progress, but it's slow going. What makes it all worth it is that Buddy persistently wags his tail in his sleep. It's a good sign.
