Elsewhere there rages (at least for a more dignified & civil group) a debate about self imposed turning rules, whither woodturning?, messing with God's creations and other 'no answer questions'. They have all been aired 'ad nauseum' on this low rent, wrong side of the tracks ng, and they are now safely & mercifully incarcerated in our archives. This is not a rebuttal, but naturally, I haul them out.
Is it so terrible to have fun and not feel compelled to do my very best on each & every turning? I like to mess around my lathe and shop and the abortions that often result probably have little effect on the art/craft/hobby/business/profession/ addiction/therapy or alienation of affections of woodturning. Maybe they are the best I can do, but is there any harm in feeling that I _could do better if I want to?
I know that "Only God can make a tree" and even though wood hasn't spoken to me personally, I've heard the catechism about the sanctity of grain, flash color and other lignum sacramenti. However another of God's creations is even more beautiful than a tree. I refer to women. Not to enhance a turning because all wood turns brown in time seems similar to a pretty young woman not using cosmetics because she will become old and wrinkled some day. Just because garishly overdoing it is so awful is no reason not to tastefully embellish woodturnings and women. Or is it? Anyway, I do enjoy beholding both.
I am not presuming to set rules, arbitrate style, troll, waste bandwidth, or put you to sleep. Just some personal musings from my armchair. Please forgive and archive. Arch
Fortiter,