Some, ok two, of you might recall my newly discovered signature objects in which I leave about 2 to 3 in. of the branches sticking out of Norfolk Is. pine spindles. I was really proud of my unique approach to fine art til someone who shall be nameless, mentioned that the up-turned branches add a sort of phallic look that I wasn't striving for. We artists are horribly driven and we expect to suffer for the sake of our art, however I'm seriously considering resigning to become a simple woodturner again.
I can't see the d... branches even at low rpm and I've had so many scrapes and bruises lately that neosporin and band-aids have become a significant expense of my atelier work. I had hoped to recoup from sales to collectors, trophy wives, and other well pursed types, but so far, it hasn't happened.
Anyway, Lorraine doesn't think much of my journey into art, so I have come to sneaking into the house to wash out my wounds with LDD, dress them and hide the blood. There's a lot of it since I take aspirin. My injuries are minor so far.
I don't know what's worse for someone who already knows to be careful; "you should be more careful, Dear" (as if I don't start out to be careful) or the somewhat sharper "I wish you would stop making those things before you really hurt yourself, Arch". Heretofore, cheating on my wife involved sneaking two eggs for breakfast when she was away, but lately it's clandestine meetings with BFI and bandages.
Meanwhile I type this with damaged fingers to inquire: Do any of you sneak band-aids and hide your wounds as if you didn't know to be careful when turning wood. Of course we are all careful, but be sure to....
Turn to Safety, Arch Fortiter