Deep Thoughts, or “where’d I put that idea?” snow globe

Deep Thoughts snow globe, Camryn Forrest Designs, Denver, Colorado USAI like the idea of Deep Thoughts, so ominous and important. Sitting around solving problems, contemplating the universe, or perhaps, just remembering to pick up milk on the way home.

Sometimes there’s a “deep thought” nibbling at the surface of my mind, something I can’t quite wrap around, something I can’t recall or can’t formulate. And thinking about thinking, which is what it amounts to, led to thinking about sending a crew to go get those important things I want to deliberate, or cogitate. (Is it just me, or do a lot of verbs about thinking sound like they could be parts of a washing machine cycle?)

Wouldn’t it be great if you could hire a cleaning crew to get rid of some embarrassing moment you want to forget, or a hazmat crew to sanitize your darkest secrets, or a cheerful group of elves to climb into recent memories and retrieve the happy ending to the dream you couldn’t quite recollect when your eyes opened?

Dig in, there are plenty of deep thoughts to go around.



“Deep Thoughts” one of a kind snow globe/waterglobe with sculptured miniature clay head and tiny workers digging deep into one’s mind. All designs and images are copyright (c) 2014 Camryn Forrest Designs, Denver, Colorado, USA.

Here to Stay – waterglobe

Here to Stay Heart snow globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2013  Remember the old saying?Here to Stay Heart snow globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2013

  If you love something
set it free.

If it comes back,
it’s yours.

  If it does not come back,

  it was never meant to be.

  – Unknown.








May St. Valentine’s Day be kind to you and yours.

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Scavenger Hunt Airship – the dark “Snow” Globe

ImaginScavenger Hunt snow globeing details in a past that never was, great airships travel the skies, seeking adventure and fortune. But what do they leave in their wake?

As the moon will attest, explorers may leave a few items behind, the flotsam and jetsam, the tossed cargo, the unnecessary items shed in the rush to embark. This waterball (snow globe) is a snapshot of a mysterious scavenger airship carrying cargo wrapped tightly with chains. Recycle, re-purpose, re-use the refuse.

The patched and battered zeppelin floats slowly, thoughtfully, perhaps hovering while deciding whether to scavenge lost parts and useable items from the surface below. When the glass globe is shaken, the liquid is filled with a cloud of dark, smoky gray metallic powder, reminiscent of the heavy air in an industrial city. It’s hardly fair to call it a snow globe, when the world is full of sparkling mystery and dark opportunity.

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The waterball base is wrapped in space junk: gears and parts of machines, wheels and chains. Hand-engraved plate reads “Scavenger Hunt.”

Why the Free Bird Sings – waterglobe

So, if you didn’t have a monitor and couldn’t see this snowglobe, you could ask me to describe it.

Close your eyes and imagine: there is a beautiful tiny birdcage with a steampunk feel, brass bands and hardware, tucked inside a snowglobe. On the outside of the cage, perched on the open door, is a mechanical duck. At least I think it’s a duck. It’s some kind of waterfowl. If you peer inside the birdcage itself, you’ll see a little swing, but wait … there’s a man on the swing. He doesn’t appear to be unhappy, in fact, if I could read the mind of a teeny tiny man, I’d say he’s listening to something classical on a Victrola. Did I mention there’s a Victrola?

Or, as one viewer said, “I get it: you have a mechanical duck with a pet person.”

Yeah, that’s about it.

Here is the interior of the globe (two views), take a quick peek and see if this is what you imagined. Truth is, I love the way it turned out, but I had no idea until I finished it how it would look. I’ll tell you how my creative process worked. It’s the equivalent of writing a murder mystery and having your characters tell you who dunnit, instead of writing it as planned.

So my creative process leads me as much as I lead it; and I’m a happy follower sometimes when I surprise myself.

It started with a birdcage and the thought: how would a steampunk birdcage look? And I added an elaborate base, brass and hardware, then a weathervane made from a clock hand, just to balance the piece and draw interest to the top as well as base.  I thought putting a bird inside the cage was too easy, so I decided to build a metal bird and let him be outside, so he had a choice. The bird came together well, and I found watch pieces that were left and right shapes that reminded me of wings, not bad. I found a metal bead for the body and a brass bead for the head. Nothing I had was right for the beak, so I fumbled around and decided to cut a cone-shape in half to make it work.

But the cone-shape didn’t look like a beak to me. Not at all. It said “gas mask.” Now, I don’t stop and ask myself: why would a mechical bird need a gas mask, instead I decided to go all out and add aviator goggles.  Nice touch if I do say  myself. (And remember, this whole sculpture is 2.5 inches tall, so when I can make bird goggles that are a quarter of an inch tall, it’s a good day.)

Then I take a look at the cage … seems so empty. But I don’t want another bird, and suddenly it strikes me, “why not put a person inside the cage, and have the bird outside?” Okay … but I have to work to get a tiny man who doesn’t look unhappy, because that’s not the point, he’s not a prisoner, he’s just in the cage by choice.  It hits me: what would make me happy sitting inside an open bird cage? Music! So I add the tiny gramophone and I’m pleased.

The globe base is embellished with metal feathers, and I have a plate engraved. As a nod to the great Maya Angelou, “Why the Free Bird Sings.”

Here’s a slide show including the finished globe with a shower of metallic dust sparkling down on my mechanical duck and his pet person. Why not?

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