Waiting patiently for my flame-retardant blankets to arrive so I can make MetalShack a little safer for all involved but already the benefit of a dedicated metalshop is evident. Started clearing out the workshop side of things – much nicer space without buckets of scrap metal all over the inside – and figuring and staring at the present metalwork WIP. In so doing, a realization: metal is the first medium I've played with in which full-scale, tactile replication (or gathering, but why would an ornamental hermit like myself do that?) is the only way for multiple people to experience the work as it was intended: in other words, if someone wants a work that I want to keep, I either have to remake the work or part with it, bleeding and screaming. Sure, I can take a picture of the work and stuff it online, but that's not the work: that – unlike writing, unless intended solely for physical release – is an approximation of it. My 10 minutes are nearly up: perhaps I’ll ruminate on this notion further tomorrow or later today maybe or move on to some other similarly useless mental gymnastic.