I’m too sad to separate

Above: The original “I’m too sad to separate” cup, created by Netherlands-based Joon&Jung Design. I recently stumbled across their “New I’m too sad to Separate” series, below, and had an immediate gut reaction to these beautiful pieces.

My obsession over cups is no secret. They’re so familiar, constant and intimate, and can be so beautiful.

There’s something weirdly painful about these designs – awkward, compromised utility – the solid cups become liquid, living objects.

drawing on plates

*sniffle* It’s that time of year: I’ve caught a cold. Luckily I’m done with arts/craft shows for now, and have quarantined myself off at home, drinking lots of chicken broth, watching forensics TV and getting to all the little projects I haven’t had time for till now: things I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, like drawing on little plates and cups!

About a week ago I came home from the thrift store with a goodly little pile of teacups and saucers, and stopped at Michaels to find what was the only type of ceramics paint and markers they currently have:

Pebeo Porcelain 150 paint and markers.

After painting and leaving to dry for 24 hours (15 if you’re me, and impatient), you bake your pieces in a 300F oven for 35 minutes to set. Now they are foodsafe, as well as microwave and dishwasher-resilient. Though I have neither, so I’m going to have to get friends to test those theories out.

“Tentacle Baby”

“Where we Overlap”

“The Sleepers” mug: oh, so cozy!

“I’m not Crying, it’s just Raining… on my Face!”

“Red Petals”

“Hot Pink Freckles”

Alrighty! That stack of still-blank plates is calling! Happy Sunday!!

On the subject of cups

Today’s drawing, pencil and ink, ready for digital coloring. Sometimes this is what I feel like, especially when at home and working… making full pots of coffee or tea for one person, then drinking so much that you feel like you’re swimming in it… ahem…

An elaboration on this older drawing:

Besides being an ode to hot beverages, I’m trying to illustrate my love of ceramics and the allure of 50 cent mugs at thrift stores. Oh, and I’ve also been watching those TV shows about hoarders.

I’ve only ever been able to actually make mugs during school for one semester, and it was one studio I’d return to at night to toil away on little piles of miniature cups, and teapots. (This is me, when I had long hair and, consequently an ever-present topknot).

See? Too many!

I also use them for painting, which is a trick as I’m usually drinking coffee at the same time and often end up dipping the brush in my drink. This may be a reason I don’t paint in oils.