One of the casualties of my knee lessons was my art class. Metal working and crutches don’t really work. I will heal and be ok as long as I take it easy. Standing and using sawzall’s don’t qualify as easy. So yesterday Bob went with me to palomar to pick up the unfinished art. The bronze box needs sanding, polishing, and a metal bird attached on the box. There are lots of other unfinished pieces — the snake cup, the gecko bell, the spider bell, the wolf, and bird on branch. My borg houses never got beyond the conception stage. I’ll have to finish them up next semester. But the teacher promises I can be on the metal pouring crew–that will be fun.
So last night I was sitting at the kitchen table, looking at all this unfinished work; feeling a bit melancholy. But part of good art is angst. Started playing with the camera and actually got some fun pictures. Thus I can present “Art Unfinished”