Apologies. Extended radio silence. Lost in the woods. Or whatever. Actually, prolonged physical exhaustion and daily stifling of … everything eventually led to massive life upheavals and here I am at the end of it, the owner of one shiny new small business. Am delighted while it is simultaneously scaring the crap out of me.
But that is not what I want to talk to you about today!
Today we are going to discuss stone carving, because that is something I have been known to do. In the past. When I made things with my hands that involved more than melted cheese.
I used to carve stuff.
I used to stuff things up
I used to make things go preeety freaking abstract….
And sometimes then it sold
I took up stone carving originally when my home life stressed me right the heck out and there was nothing I could do about it. Whacking away at a lump of rock for a few hours every day helped. I learnt to be more patient, if nothing else. And I made it through Christmas and past New Year entirely sober, which is incredible. (I then texted one of my oldest friends on January the 3rd at 8:56AM demanding to be taken to the pub THAT DAY because I just couldn’t wait any longer.)
I use soapstone, which is cheap and soft and excellent for my purposes because I was never taught to work with tools. These days I don’t chop off anything I didn’t mean to and then call it art. These days the pace of my life has slowed down again and I’m in the process of trying not to suffer from some kind of deceleration whiplash. So I’ve gotten this fine lady back down off the shelf, and I’m not too worried about what happens to her, just so long as she gets finished.
and this (excuse the furry photobomb):
I’ve actually gotten farther than that today, refining and adding hard creases. I did a lot of reading of Rodin a while ago, about how he always wanted to portray movement. I figure – why not try? So I’m not very good and I haven’t had much practice and I don’t really know how to use tools. So what? The one thing I’ve learnt about sculpting with stone from everything I’ve read about the place is that it’s such a self-taught medium. You sit there and scrape (and scrape and scrape and scrape and scrape…) away and eventually you’ll end up with something. It might be something good or you might end up with a lap full of dust.
Metaphor for life, and probably for small business too.