He may well read this & if he does, & decides to mention it, I'll take my lumps with good grace and, thankfully, all of my fingers... The big guy in the crown is available for purchase through the Secord Gallery..
Elissa Barnard at The Chronicle Herald wrote a very gracious piece about me today..
I couldn't tell you how many times my father told me to only use tools for their intended purpose.. A hundred times... Two hundred times.?.. What I can say for certain is that I ignored him. I've ignored this sage advice for three decades, countless broken drill bits, snapped blades, bent screwdrivers & numerous near misses...
A couple of weeks ago I was making the guy on the left.. Now I know that making art isn't deep sea diving or coal mining & I am aware that the ability to get up every day & make art is wonderful privilege... but.. making art (for me at least) can be physically tiring & is mentally exhausting.. I'd been working on him for eleven hours straight, loads of carving, designing the arms & jointing them.. I know, poor me.. I should have stopped & picked it up the next day but the creative madness was on me & I just kept working.. I had to trim the torso where it joins the tail, it's maple driftwood & as hard as iron, so I thought a quick chop on the mitre saw would do the trick.. As soon as the blade hit the curved and uneven wood it jammed, throwing the work back into the fence & crushing my finger.. It hurt enough to light fireworks behind my eyes & elicit a stream of expletives.. I was too terrified to look but, after about 30 seconds of squeezing and cursing, I did... I'd bruised the nail.. No blood, no broken bones & no mangled mess, just a bruise.. It throbbed for two days straight & complained every time I used it for over a week.. At the moment the fingertip is still numb but it is still there.. |
Elissa Barnard at The Chronicle Herald wrote a very gracious piece about me today..
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