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It's just one of those times when you wished that you could use Greymatter instead of depending on Blogger to work. Le'sigh... oh well.
I swear I'm coming down with a kind of force insomnia. It seems that I can only think clearly enough late at night (watching infomercials no less) to actually make artwork which I don't feel like shoving into a blender. But, alas, my newly discovered medium can't be done properly at night.
And what, you may ask, is this newfound medium of mine? Wood carving/etching. Originally, I was looking around this site and the guy had a picture up of a wooden etching he did, and I fell in love. So, with a curious head, I ventured into the weed-infested backyard in search for some spare scraps of wood. After finding a board suitable to use (4'x1 1/2') I set to drawing on the design I would be carving out. Since my family hardly ever deals with 'shop-work, the only tools I found suitable to carve into the wood were a hammer and screwdriver (a chisel of sorts), a glacier pick, and this hand saw that looks suspiciously like a gunblade. Hmm...
The best part about working with wood? The actual manual labor feels great after the soft-cushioned lifestyle I've been living for the past year or so (there're currently 8 pillows on my bed). Downside? It's awfully loud and noisy, so if I try it late at night, the neighbors will complain. Sometimes I wish I had a studio of my own. -_-
Grandma is currently bitching about this and that and such and such (or "sors sors" as she would say in ilocano). Then she layed the smack down with her prejudice views of the world when I refused to clean up my painting supplies; I planned to paint shortly after breakfast. She said that "we weren't the type of people who don't clean their houses, like the mexicans and black people do." God, I wish I could just backhand her for that remark!"
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