I think I may have taken up art and become an established artist this morning. I turned a thin NIP vase and poured some red (we artists call it alizarin crimson) wood block ink to slosh around the inside. It bled through the wall and the outside had red blotches mixed with the NIP blue stain and thin red rings around the branch knots. All reminiscent of the cellulitis and carbuncles on a vagabond's backside late at night in the emergency ward. Ain't he poetic?
Not one to waste three turnings in one morning, I put several coats (two) of deft and one of shoe polish over my 'mistake' and 'Bealled' it to equal the shine of a RR train station bootblack . My work probably impinges on the eye of the discriminating beholder as a sub(un?)conscious objet d' art with a mystical philosophic message that only a sophisticated art lover and true believer can appreciate. To wit: "Waste not, Want not". That's very deep and fit to be discussed on any woodturning forum.
Being so deep, (in what? you say) into art I say, this work is offered only to select buyers for $1.29 plus tax, insurance and copyright protection. It's plagiary proof. The price is negotiable, but not at what my garbage man offered. I'm getting on in years, so maybe I'll put my masterpiece in the family trust. Unlike my previous work, i'ts sure and certain to increase in value.
It's beginning to clear up, up there, but I'm not turning up there, so my day dreaming must end and it's back to the life of crafts and COCs. My life as an established artist, although happy was short, but it's supposed to rain again tomorrow and hope does spring eternal. Sigh!
Turn to Safety, Arch Fortiter