in progress
Warm enough that I wouldn’t completely freeze so, after a failed experiment with TIG welding, I got out the MIG welder and started on this little pissed off guy. No clue what else I’ll add to him, but fuck me it was so good to get back behind the welding table. Anyhow, his body’s from a reel mower, arms are pipes from that fucking sink I took out last week to make way for the pool table that won’t fucking fit. Calming balm via sparks and metal. Thinking of naming him Lon, IDK. To be continued.
The more I explore painting the more I understand how it - like all other art forms, true, but I’m finding it especially visceral with painting - is about knowing when to stop.
me v sink, finale
Where once was a sink, a wall.
As for the kitchen faucet: it's replaced but still no hot water. However, the auxiliary faucet now spews forth glorious hot water and works in concert with the chill of the new faucet. Have a feeling that K’s grandfather rigged up some sort of byzantine plumbing to get hot water to his sink in The Paintshop that I undid but am, at present, unwilling to deal with re-doing. Considering this phase of the project complete. On to cleaning and the grand pool table rebuild.