Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Playing with texture and light
I never used to like the smell of metal. Counting change was always a chore followed by vigorous hand washing. But, something has changed; I no longer mind the smell. I find the feel of the metal, the smell, somehow comforting. It's solid, not fragile like so much in my life. I'm beginning to understand how it melts and moves with the pressure of my hammer or the squeeze of the rolling mill. I like that it is forgiving to my ineptness, patient to my learning curve.