Weekend Scmeekend, The Studio Beckons
this is not a whine, honest. I might have been caught playing during the week, maybe gardening, maybe strolling about town on a beautiful afternoon with my honey and an ice cream cone. So, on a lovely afternoon, I'm here with closeup glasses carving a soldier who is about 28mm high.
...and worrying a bit about damaging the ears that lurk here, begging to be knocked about, or scratched or otherwise embarrassed. Very red ears. I'm waiting for the welder to deliver the bases for these. It could be a couple of weeks, this worry. And it looks like I have a 7 1/2 foot clay figure coming in. Probably a clumsy one, too. One worries sometimes.
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I'm a woodcarver, turned sculptor, and morphed into a pattern-maker for cast metals. These days I hesitate to define my work, avoiding words like 'artist' or 'craftsman'. I just love designing and making things, keeping a bit of time free to downhill ski, paddle my kayak, and sing with my fellow choristers.