My wife gave me a pair of old garden shears and said she wanted me to make something with them so I stared at them off and on for a few weeks until this hit me yesterday. Added the base (I’m thinking it was the top of a bit of farm machinery exhaust), designed and printed the lampshades (used magnetic USB-C bulbs for the lights – a wonderful thing for making lamps with reclaimed metal), and took a wild creative swing with the red paint. Worked out well, I think.
First, I've brought back my Scraps page, which is fed the ten most recent ephemeral thought morsels via by my self-hosted Mastodon instance (as opposed to pubbing them in this space then copy/pasting them around what remains / passes for the social web); those useless in-between thoughtlets/morsels will live on Mastodon until they die a death-by-vanishing after 30 days because I don't want it to get more expensive to host my own instance and I already felt bad enough that I wasn't using it to its fullest extent.
As for this space, it will remain largely unchanged (save the aforementioned ephemeralities). Basically anything that would either fit in Projects (Informalities, metalwork, paintings, comics, stories, and/or other major releases) or longer-form text. Still considering a daily text post here, but that will have to wait until next month probably, at the earliest.
Central question that's been guiding this reorientation is: How can I make this space be the digital representation of my work in The Shed –projects, pieces, developed thoughts, etc? Think I've found something that will work for now. Giving it a go to see what happens. All I can do.
End of summer break inbound; whereas everyday felt, for the last eight weeks, like Saturday, now they feel like Sunday. And so it goes, through the next few weeks. Things in process:
Final Shed transition from writing space with tools to full-on industrial art workshop. Metal and pictures and words oh my.
Moving rocks around nuPond. New footpath in the works for optimal gill-baby viewing.
Drawing little things for a zine, maybe. Words eventually, again.
Reading: WE ARE WATCHING, by Alison Gaylin; LOWER THAN THE ANGELS: A HISTORY OF SEX AND CHRISTIANITY, by Diarmaid MacCullough
Watching: PARADISE, season one.
LISTENING: On a BRMC binge.
PLAYING: ROBOCOP: ROGUE CITY replay on PS5 because my brain can handle only wanton awesomeness and occasional quirk; BALATRO and MARIO KART WORLD on the Switch 2.
Toying around with new metal ideas, though I might wait for the blazing heat to fuck off to work on something bigger.
