At long last I committed (most of) my day to writing. I started off with a short Caligari meeting (double espresso) but then home to write some Lint revisions for a while then I got to a point of conclusion with my Frankenstich piece, and then I wrote an all new, very twisted Expressionist piece that I hope to make with William in the lead role next month.
Writing creates no images, but this evening I got my table legs and rails all cut to their final sizes, square and smooth. I didn't think I'd ever make a project with this level of precision.
Writing creates no images, but this evening I got my table legs and rails all cut to their final sizes, square and smooth. I didn't think I'd ever make a project with this level of precision.
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