About
Amna
Islamabad, Pakistan
Four years ago I watched a video of someone pouring resin and thought it looked easy. It wasn’t. The first piece I made had bubbles all the way through it and a soft patch in the middle that never properly set. I still have it somewhere.
Nobody taught me. There was no one here I could have asked at the time, so I learned off the internet and by getting it wrong, mostly the second one.
It was supposed to be a hobby. Then people started asking to buy things, and at some point I stopped calling it a hobby.
Resin keeps things the way they already are. A flower that goes in with a torn petal comes out with the same torn petal. It doesn’t tidy anything up or improve on it. That’s most of why I use it.
The other reason is that I can’t take it back. Once it’s poured, whatever I did is in there.
Every piece I’ve ruined, I ruined in the first ten minutes.
Almost nothing gets made twice. Someone sends me a photograph, or a flower in an envelope, or a colour, and we work out from there what it should be.
They’ve gone to the US, Canada, a few to Europe, and quite a lot around the Gulf. All of them were made in one room in Islamabad.
See the work