I can't hear you

I am in my fifteenth year of forging steel.  I have learned a lot. I feel I have paid homage to the great smiths that went before me by working hard, working a lot and always striving to be better. I take it all very seriously. Like it matters. Which of course, it doesn’t. But for some reason in my little personal reality it is meaningful and significant. I have no idea why. Maybe it is insanity on some level. When you make things that function you can lean on them. They carry their own value. You don’t have to battle the little sirens that taunt and tempt. Trying to lead you away from making that sculpture. They sing   “of what use is it?”, “what does it do?”, “are you making any money?”, “come make some hooks”, “come make something practical”.

I have my earplugs in.

The first of some head studies. Watching the shadow, form and space.

Open Space. What you leave out can be important.