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Such Times Are These

Such times are these that rich men gloat to turn great woods to creosote and laugh to see the world take note as style takes substance by the throat. Such times are these that poor men work their fingers fleshless … Continue reading

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Peer Critique

How does peer critique really work? You present something of yours to your peers. They are inspired by your effort to try to produce something of similar or better quality of their own. How they react to what you’ve done, … Continue reading

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Blacksmithing

for LJ user occipitaldruid Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Village Blacksmith If you would have your … Continue reading

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How Fragile Is This World

for LJ user i_dread How delicate the web that occupies us, spider-like, in our attempts to mend and build this world before the binding dries. We toil from waking to each day’s end, constructing fragile lanterns for our light that … Continue reading

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The Dust That Settles Between Sculptures

When you think of all the time spent constructing a life, each scene cast in its fragile plaster mold and then carefully chiselled and sanded away so the finished piece can find its own path in the world out there … Continue reading

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A Thought on Artists

“Who is that person whom you call an artist? A man who is momentarily creative? To me he is not an artist. The man who merely at rare moments has this creative impulse and expresses that creativeness through perfection of … Continue reading

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Job Fulfillment

When I worked for my dad, he used to say that a paycheck was its own incentive; well, I guess one can look at it that way, but I prefer something more inventive. Sure, I like what I do enough … Continue reading

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