The Illustrations and Recollections of Alan Folger
Monday, February 18, 2013
Hidden away in the deep recesses of our humble abode is a room . . . a room where my past is coming to life. A tiny room that contains this bench and not much else. I bought this jeweler's bench back in 1972 when I was beginning my apprenticeship as a goldsmith. It served me well for many years as I sat at it whittling out custom jewelry and creating my own line of fine gold trinkets.
If you look close you'll see a few tools of the trade. The wax, from which everything comes; the tools for shaping that wax; the "eyes" that make it possible for actually seeing the wax, and if you look really close you'll see a few of the recent wax models that I've created and a couple of sterling silver castings waiting to be finished.