Time....

Time gets away from me and as it slips, so do I. A running battle between will and the inevitable but my will seems to slip as fast as the hours. It could be enough sometimes (I think) just to tend my gardens. But that, like most of what I wish for, is fancy, not tethered in earth, not something which can be grown, harvested, consumed.

Other things:
The full cover and 4 page spread in Sunshine Artist Magazine was awesome but I keep forgetting to show it to people or order more copies.

Direct Metal Sculpture (for the persons out there seeking definition) is when one works to manipulate metal into sculptural form without benifit of casting. Fabriction, forging, and assemblage all qualify.

There is little more satisfying than harvesting your own vegetables.

A plasma cutter and a pipe can wreak havok on the blessings of a metal brake.

Everyone says how much they love the color of my patinas. Everyone also says they would like to see more color.

I am ready, again, to do something new.

I wish I could go to Africa and talk to the rape victims.

I would be afraid of the soldiers.

I am often afraid.

What is it that people are looking for when they google "Sculpture Blog?"

At what age to children really become adults? And how does one manage to recognize it and react appropriately when it happens?

Ah, for the cool of the woods, a really good book, enough time to do nothing.....

To be self-contained...