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Survivors and Casualties

The mosaic tile mirrors are still wrapped and since there is nowhere to hang them I’m going to pretend that they look exactly as they did when I packed them a year ago.  It is, what it is – at least I took photos. 😉

Lady and the Tramp Mosaic Tile Dog Mirror
Lady and the Tramp – Mosaic Tile Dog Mirror ’08
Mosaic Tile Bird Mirror
Matilda
found object art
Matilda’s Birdland Work in Progress
Matilda’s Birdland
mosaic tile mirror
Matilda’s Birdland
Mosaic Tile Mirror
Matilda’s Birdland

Unfortunately, a mosaic tile pitcher didn’t survive the move but the photos of it did so there’s that.

Mosaic Tile Ideas
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” – George Bernard Shaw
mosiac tile pitcher
It was a good one

“How wonderful! How wonderful! All things are perfect, exactly as they are.” ― Buddha

Great looking pics in two clicks, thanks to PicMonkey's photo editing tools

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Wait for it … wait for it …

The thrift store mirror just sat there (like many of my found objects) but this piece was like having a thousand pound elephant in the room and it taunted me. I suppose I could of hung it up but that would have meant attaching a really strong wire to the back and I never saw that item make the list.

After moving it onto the tile table (and off again) a dozen times, I surrendered to the zero inspiration but hope.  At least I hadn’t broken it yet.

Then two dear friends coaxed me along by gifting me broken remains of their lives … Terri, a one armed porcelain figurine of a woman (Matilda) and Tilly, a box full of heirloom birds that flew out of her hands during a move. Amazed how that inspired me to let go of the death grip that I had on my sacred box of porcelain flowers.

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The pieces magically (as they always do) found their place onto the border and were given 9 months to dry:)

Made a pact with myself that this piece needed to be grouted and hung before Thanksgiving 2011.

Decided on charcoal grout, instead of something much lighter. Prayed about my choice.

Took a handful of the black mud and pressed it into way, way, way to many places to turn back.  Needed a second to compose myself after immediately getting that sick “OMG I picked the wrong grout color!”

Kept telling myself to just “Keep Calm & Carry On.”

Five hours, a roll of paper towel, box of Q-Tips and 250 pounds later (not me the mirror🙂 …

“Paint the frame black” chimed in from the peanut gallery … appreciated the final collaboration that included the much needed help in moving this beast to its rest stop.

Love the standing back part …

mosaic tile mirror
yes ... I could have taken a better picture but this post has overstayed its welcome.

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