Tag: rubbish

01 Aug

Beauty is in the eye of the egg holder

Made from 170 beer cans, maybe a couple of soft drinks, and some pig intestine.

Work is where the floor is. The parquet serves pretty well as a sanding board. Once I find a sweet spot, I don’t move. Good sanding paper does miracles too. I now appreciate the value of good quality sanding paper.

At some point one runs out of adhesives. But there always is a masking tape.

Fine polish.

I project how I feel. I really want the egg cup…


The other egg cup is made from Gambrinus and Kozel beer cans, maybe 150 of them. When in Prague, roll with the local beer.




People often comment as to my branding, or the lack of it. This time I made an executive decision to give them exactly what they want. I sign my eggs now.

Last attempt to take a good photograph…may I point out that I’m crap at it? I spend more time getting dirty than learning new tricks in the tech pool. What you see is what I got.

Cup number 3 is on the way. And we start again.

27 Jul

Art is Rubbish

​Special thanks to my grandfather, his landlord, my father, and my boyfriend for their help with the consumption of Czech beer. It seem like their favourite was Gambrinus beer and those cans have become the sole foundation of the next necklace.

Compared to the previous piece, the sequin-placement in this one is much denser.



Made in Prague, Czech Republic.

Ingredients: Gambrinus, steel wire, pig’s intestine.

Method: Punching, weaving.

Cooking time:  I stopped counting after 250 hours of punching can after can into sequins. It was around then I discovered that time is an invented concept.

Warning: May contain traces of other beverages.

Photographs (of finished piece): Ruth Tutty

21 Jul


I was done with jewellery. Strictly retired. And this time I meant it.

Three years ago, I came back to Czech Republic – if we can still call it that. I had just closed down my gallery in London and I returned home “with a bare ass” as my parents would say. Ahoj!

One month later, I was back working. Messing with various things I could find laying around. Then I grabbed a beer can and haven’t let go since. Like a dog with a bone. The communist worker genes went into overdrive. Work, work, work.

Cans were free and everywhere. Available in large quantities. Rubbish, and a whole lot of it. The endless supply gave me the ability to go big, make a series, or never run out of material. Free metal! Which was great because all I could afford was my time.

After three years of working on this project, I can say: Art is Rubbish. Sorry, what I meant to say was: Rubbish is Art.

I collected cans on the streets of Praha, hunting in parks any time there was a scorching hot day. I almost felt like a good citizen. Then my parents started to bring bags and bags of empty cans from the family and soon I couldn’t keep up. Too much rubbish. Fact.

My dad, now enjoying his retirement, started to also prefabricate pieces of cans to my needs. Pretty cool! Like I said, working genes. Anyone in my family can’t stop working even on a day off. Just weird. Vladimir Vostrovský: thank you!

Tools used: scissors, hammer, hole puncher
Whole lot of punched cans ready for final punching
Chopping boards look better now
Last round of punching before ready for execution
No idea of the final product at this point – certain things just cant be planned


No game no shame

Finished object: Necklace. I don’t usually plan in advance – along the way I decide the approach I am going to take, or what the piece is going to be.

Made in Czech Republic: Prague.

Ingredients: Soda and beer cans.

Method: Punching and weaving.

Cooking time: Approximately 350 hours of solid labor, but who can be certain? A lot of the work is very repetitive, hammering away in the solitude of my workshop. I had to train my patience which in return took away my patience for reality. Time to get my hands dirty or clean?  Hands got some serious exercise during this project. Punching. The weaving was intense. Just hoping not to fuck up.

Warning: May contain traces of nuts.

Photographs (of finished piece): Ruth Tutty.