Our family motto is “How hard can it be?” With this perspective we have embarked on many adventures: from renting an auger and cleaning out our own sewer (you shouldn’t) to learning to survive a dangerous hike in the Italian Alps (sing show tunes loudly to combat fear.)
Four and a half years ago, “How hard can it be?” got me my first press. As I’ve detailed in a past post, my husband built it for me out of recycled steel. Friday I received an e-mail that I am a recipient of an Individual Artist Grant from the state of Indiana. In the grant I described how I wanted to expand my press to accommodate larger work. I have one year to use the funds, so we began immediately.
|When does art begin at the salvage yard?|
Although it was Friday afternoon, we rushed to our local salvage yard to look for a pipe. A special pipe — 7 inches in diameter and 1/2 inch thick. Most pipes are only 1/4 inch. In the searing Indiana sun, we carefully picked our way through the rusted metal, dodging opportunities for a tetanus shot, finally finding the perfect pipe.
|A miracle — the one we want is on top!|
|Every artist needs a little help from a forklift sometimes.|
|Cutting steel turns out to be very difficult.|