#kintsugi repair

[heartnosekid]

plate kintsugi | chimahaga on ig

#stim #kintsuji #ceramics #pottery #sfw #blue #white #brown #gold #mixing #powder #drawing #shiny #hands #paintbrushes #kintsugi repair #utensils #ishy gifs #postish

[ezekiellsplayground]

One of our regular table plates developed a stress fracture. So obviously I smashed it so we could try out kintsugi! Have to let this cure for for maximum strength, then I’m planning to try sanding the gold line smoother.

#craft #crafts #maker #kintsugi #japanese #repair #gold repair #faux kintsugi #kintsugi repair #ceramic repair

[sometiktoksarevalid]

#music only audio #asmr #pottery #pottery repair #kintsugi

[pseudowho]

I'm certain that just one "good girl" from Nanami Kento, would fix 95% of my problems.

#He could fix me #I don't want someone I need to repair #Kintsugi me Nanami #Repair me and make me golden #kento nanami #jjk #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #kento nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #nanami fluff

[doctorbeth]

A pair of elderly patients: Part 1 Poochie

Poochie the dog is owned by a family among you dear people. He is over 60 years old, about 7 or 8" tall, and very well loved. He's had repairs before to his shoulders, and he'd been wearing a red dress for years to try to protect his skin from further wear.

His person (his original person) wanted to keep him as close to original as possible, but also wanted to stabilize and reinforce him. Here are his original diagnosis photos, sent by another family member:

I'm showing larger versions in the hopes that you can see not only his holes, but the runs where his fabric is see through.

Poochie came to the hospital last month for wound repair and supplemental stuffing... just a touch to protect him on the inside. He wasn't getting a spa, he needed to stay as original as possible. And we were keeping old repairs where possible too. Rather, the treatment for Poochie was to stitch wounds, adding fabric under his runs to take the pressure of stitches, and patches where he had holes. Just enough to stabilize him. He wasn't going on adventures with toddlers anymore, but he wanted to feel safe watching over his family. Here's Poochie all better:

He's sort of like a kintsugi vase with its visible seams, or an older person, whose wrinkles and gray hairs tell their story. Poochie earned every scar and new seam, but he's huggable and lovable specifically for those patches and seams, which are reminders of all the adventures he's had. And now, he can be hugged again and share his memories (and make new ones) with his family in Washington.

#toy dog #antique stuffed dog #stuffed animal #stuffed dog #antique stuffed animals #stuffed animal repair #cloth toys #cloth toy repair #kintsugi

[ventique-genshin]

Damaged but beautiful

#got inspired by the japanese art of repairing ceramics with gold #kintsugi #scara is beautiful and precious you can’t change my mind #the wanderer #wanderer #scara #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #genshin poetry #poetry

[mothmothwoth]

I must remind people that I am a Lizzie Ldshadowlady fan so have some doodles of her in the new SOS series

#It is so cannon to me she is skulk/warden hybrid #I’ve thought this since episode 1 #and now her house is made of deep dark stuff #at this point I’m starting to think this is intentional #Anyways ANOTHER hc that when the players get revved they get kintsugi from how they died #like the coin itself is what is sticking them back together bc clearly their souls are still around #I think the body just needs to be functional. they don’t really die #They just need to be repaired you know? Thats why Lizzie could possess that chicken #Every player is just basically possessing their body the souls can’t actually die they just need someone to stay in #ldshadowlady #lizzie ldshadowlady #fanart #ldshadowlady fanart #minecraft sos #sos smp

[honeybyte]

had to get some eddies out of my brain

#venom #eddie brock #comfort character from hell!!! #im a fat eddie/kintsugi eddie truther #i love the idea of like #having a scar of the venom logo #and its canon that if there's too much damage venom will fill in instead of repairing fully #so. scars that he filled in instead of fixing #physical proof of their bond #also also #please please dont be weird abt that venom tongue IBHDSBFJSD

[ghost-bxrd]

Really cool analysis on the Robin Jason meets Red Hood Jason prompt!! :D Loved that you called it his 'worst nightmare! It's so apt that it made my brain juices tingle a bit. So just for brainstorming I think... Robin Jason would be much much more understanding towards Red Hood Jason. Yes, he's the kid that with his dying breath sheilded Sheila Haywood no matter what.

Thinking about "Elmore’s Lady" in #421 and "Just Deserts" in #422 (Jason is just in the second half!). Robin Jason is the only male character here who agrees and empathizes with Judy for luring and killing the "Dumpster Slasher" (Guy has murdered and implied to have r-worded 10 women) because her sister was the second victim. Jason in the same comic also beats up a pimp to the point Batman has to interfere.

Plus our famous #424, "The Diplomat’s Son" for another example.

Jason Todd imo is someone that has a heart of gold and bleeds empathy. So much of it. And that doesn't change when he becomes Red Hood. Crime in Crime Alley is completely different from that of the rest of Gotham. While their biggest issue is the Rouges and such crime, Crime alley's worst parts are the rampant crime, poverty, the lack of proper structure and governance, and the literal impossibility of getting out of that cycle of crime one is born with.

Jason knows this. Crime alley can't be taken care of with just some charity when half the orphanages are so utterly fucked that kids prefer the streets. It can't be saved by just beating up some folks and calling it a day. Nor does prison adequately help anyone. Do those henchmen have money to even get treatment for a broken bone? For those ribs that got smashed? What happens to the kids they have when they're in prison (Aka same thing that happened with Jason. Willis is in prison? Becomes a street kid. Cycle continues.)

I like that Red Hood Jason targets the upper folks that manage crime. UTRH? 8 heads in a duffle bag. But not one low rank henchman. To control crime is his current 'solution.' Is it 100% correct? Maybe not. But this way most 'innocent' folks don't get hurt. He can clear out orphanages. Give a safe space for the 'working women'.

I think Robin Jason will be horrified at first because wtf. But he has that same bleeding heart. And he's smart. He knows crime alley, he shares that empathy towards victims old or young. I think they might get along a bit :) maybe.

Red Hood Jason gives second chances, definitely 3rd too, multiple. But not infinite like Batman. He's isolated from all his family (as he always is. Catherine, Willis, Sheila) and he still bleeds love and protectiveness. Jaybin would see a angry hurt victim who is so so kind. And so so hurting. He should just give him a hug honestly.

(Also your fics are cool and I wish I could print them on edible paper and nom)

Perfectly put my thoughts in words, honestly.

“Bleeding heart” applies to Jason a little too well and it’s heartbreaking. 😔 especially because most people don’t look further than the whole “he kills people” thing.

Yes, he does, but he goes for the ones who truly deserve it. Some that are arguably worse than the whole rogue gallery combined.

And even so, he certainly doesn’t have fun doing it.

It’s a necessity.

#Jason is so tragic on so many levels #he’s traumatized #and irreparably broken #but he’s still so good #hm like the Japanese art of repairing broken things with gold #kintsugi it is called I believe #that’s kind of what Jason’s character reminds me of #ghost talks

[thegeekstressart]

I love my cats, but sometimes…….

This lamp belonged to my grandparents. I don’t know a whole lot about it other than that they bought it in the 1970’s and it was very expensive.

One of our cats knocked it over and broke it into about a million pieces.

My grandma was a neat lady. And she never would have thrown in the towel, or thrown away such a nice lamp over such a minor detail as it shattering into thousands of tiny bits of sharp pottery.

Grandma was an admirer of the concept of Kintsugi, and she passed that appreciation down to me.

The idea that the things we go through and the scars we collect are part of the story and beauty of it all is comforting - especially in an ever-more airbrushed world.

I am not skilled in traditional Kintsugi. But I’m happy with my personal interpretation, and I think Grandma would be too.

I kind of want to make it an ornate fringed lampshade, too … what shape though? 👀

#ceramic repair #kintsugi #broken lamp #art #crafting #lamp #table lamps #vintage lamps #gold #repair #diy repair

[soulinkpoetry]

Societies that still value broken things, see beauty in every fracture. Every fracture shows promise and tenacity to become something beautiful again. Even more beautiful than it once was.

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Reposting due to a grammatical error caught by @sexygrammaticalerrors Thank you 🙏 I agree that grammar is important and an error can ruin a good quote.

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#kintsugi #repairing #broken #beautiful again #valuable #soulinkpoetry #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poets corner #poets community

[thefangirlofhp]

23. trinket

“Don’t be a stranger,” Azriel invites her, and Elain swallows the thought that she is a stranger to her own skin but makes up her mind and reaches for the tea-cup and tries not to flinch when her grasp accidentally snaps it cleanly in large pieces. She swallows her apologies, too, as she takes the pieces out from her palm and watches the ruby red blood slow to a halt and when she wipes it, there’s not a mark left behind. She also swallows the notion that this body leaves no marks, designed as an impeachable armor that leaves no traces of the person it shelters. 

“Here,” Azriel places a new cup in her saucer as she wipes the piping hot tea off her hand and Elain’s eyes catch on his marked hands. Gruesome, and painful. Somehow she cannot find it in her to be revolted or afraid of this tapestry. He pours another cup of tea, while Elain aligns the broken shards before her. 

“Where can I find anything to glue it?” Elain pipes up, quiet and subtle as a drowsy stream. Azriel looks at her over his reports for a moment, before  the shadow of her teacup expands and a small vial materializes from it. Elain stares, and then some more when a brush follows. But she picks it up, unscrews the cork in the vial and dips the brush in and slides it along the smooth porcelain edge of the base piece and something in her sight sharpens. A little. Elain layers a generous amount before topping a second piece and holding it in place for a while. Takes her time and slides the pad of her finger along the excess along the seams and waits. She is patient, someone had to be if they were to plant blooming gardens.

She was a gardner. The memory rushes to her like a wave, overpowers her senses until it is the only thought she has. She blinks, looks around her more closely, realizes they’re sitting in the garden back of the house, and the smell of green grass tickles a thought in her consciousness the way the blades would tickle one’s nose. 

Elain puts the third piece, holds it down but gentle enough to not break apart the stack and the weak bond between glue and porcelain and wonders if it’s not acceptable and sensible that a third party be present when things, people and hearts, are shattered. That somehow, glue was necessary to make what was broken whole again. Three is balance; the middle man who upheld peace. Elain was that person, between her family. Perhaps it is pivotal that a third party come between them now, friendly strangers, to mend what has been shattered for a while now. 

She places the miscellaneous pieces in place, pushing their more delicate jagged edges with the tip of her brush and coating a careful layer of glue over them. Puts the brush down and waits, stares at the mosaic of disrupted patterns and broken flower prints and thinks how that surely means something, how it pictures some thought she cannot articulate. Feyre’s tendency to paint and canvas make more inherent sense, then. Feyre is a painter. This particular thought knocks a haze in her mind. Her sister has a passion for paint and beauty. 

Elain glances at the quietly reading winged man before her, reclining in his seat and stretching his wings to catch the sun. Elain thinks his armor is a needless touch of fright, and if she wasn’t more terrified of whatever lurks beneath the mended skin over her bones then Elain might have trembled in fear at the sight of his scaled armor, his darkness and the scar tissue marking him for eternity. She did, once. She remembers this now. 

“I’ve never seen someone make such an effort,” comes the light comment from behind a hand clutching papers. “Mending something.”

Elain blinks, traces her sticky index along the jagged rim of the mended cup. She supposes it is a futile attempt; it is not possible to use the cup for its original purpose anymore. But she could not shake the urge; poverty raised a curtain of blindness from one’s eyes. It was a habit, to mend a torn sleeve or patch a stubborn hole, to make hair bands and ribbons of useless cloth. 

“I don’t think you would have,” Elain comments back. “Your bodies mend themselves in seconds. Attention and care are not in your evolution.”

The hand lowers, and his hazel eyes regard her with growing realization. “No. Now that you mention it, no they are not.” 

Elain keeps the mended teacup to herself, sets it on her vanity and when she’s found the strength in her spine and legs to leave her bed months after Father’s death, she fills it with water and floats jasmine flowers in it. One day she wanders in Feyre’s art-studio, and a paint bottle of gold catches her attention which she borrows, and spends the night carefully tracing over the cup’s fractures and glue, highlighting all its faults and subsequently declaring it the most beautiful of her possessions. She displays it in the crystal cabinet Feyre buys when they move into the riverfront estate, next to their priceless gems and collections. Elain’s fractured trinket.

#elain archeron #acowar fic #that one moment in the garden #azriel #kintsugi #repairing broken pottery with gold because flaws make something interesting

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

(Art: Kintsugi)  [Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise or a reason to discard it.]

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I think its good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. Its an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending. If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the thing, because it is a testimony to its worth. 

~Elizabeth Berg (Book: The Art of Mending)   ::: [Philo Thoughts]

#Kintsugi #golden repair #mending #The Art of Mending #Philo Thoughts #Elizabeth Berg #quotes

[poupeesdecirque]

You maybe remember the bowl I got at the bookfair and dropped after 2 minutes.... I took the shards home but it looked pretty bad.

I got one of those gold repair kits but oh boy.... I'm either super unskilled or whatever.

You can see the outcome and I am now using the bowl to display dolls (might change that later on) but the whole procedure was anything but easy. The mixture didn't stick and took forever to dry, you were supposed to wipe off any excess but if you did you weren't able to stick the pieces together to glue them or the mixure was already hardened and you weren't able to wipe it, if yes you smeared it EVERYWHERE and everything was golden q_q

In the end I carefully scraped off the golden "noses" on the outside with a knife to make it somewhat okay looking. It took me overall 3 hours and almost a mental breakdown in which I questioned my whole existence as an artist. I just continued because I had spend the money and throwing it away was like throwing money out of the window q_q;

#repair #wip #display #doll display #kintsugi

[senkaede]

#ceramics #kintsugi #photography #restoring #repairing #器修復 #繕う #金継ぎ #陶器

[pheere]

“HOPE” kintsugi on iPhone 5c by Shuichi

#kintsugi #repair #shuichi #contemporary art #pheere