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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Patina Recipe: Pig Iron

Iron recipe, originally uploaded by Nobledesign.

Found a great patina recipe for simulating pig iron.

PIg Iron Patina:

•Slate grey acrylic paint on any base surface.
•Two rough coats of iron surfacer paint (iron particles in suspension).
•Allow to dry.
•Saturate with rusting solution (sold with iron surfacer; good info here).
•Allow to oxidize/rust over several hours or overnight.
• Hit high points of surface by lightly rubbing with iridescent grey chalk.
• Rub with soft cloth to burnish and fix.

Woo!

(This letter is from a necklace I'm nearly finished building.)

8 comments:

Dan MetalmadcatFebruary 16, 2010 at 11:41 PM
m_) GREAT insignia...
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Shelley NobleFebruary 17, 2010 at 12:50 AM
Thanks Dan. I'm making a necklace that reads "TRUTH".
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MicheleFebruary 23, 2010 at 10:41 AM
That looks really cool!
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Dan MetalmadcatApril 15, 2010 at 8:41 PM
m_) oh Truth. I thought it would go "H-u-g-o"

s-ILL-y me.

Interesting.
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Shelley NobleApril 15, 2010 at 10:02 PM
heh, I ended up not wearing the necklace seen being made above. I made my Truth necklace instead by "writing" the word in thin wire. I call it wire graffti> Turned out great!
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Shelley NobleApril 15, 2010 at 10:03 PM
Thanks for following, Dan. More content here soon>>>
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AnnabelleAugust 26, 2010 at 6:25 PM
I guess I have discovered another Secret Door. Thank you so much for the Pig Iron Tutorial.I may try it sometime when I can gather all of the required materials;I think it would be useful to incorporate on my glass bottle. Your life is Magical and I adore your glue bottles and I guess just about everything....actually everything.
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Shelley NobleAugust 26, 2010 at 7:08 PM
Hi Annabelle! Welcome to the underground. What are my glue bottles? Nevermind, I'll take the compliment!
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