As I have mentioned before I don’t always know what to make when I bring out the wire, so suggestions are welcome. I will try anything. Except a kayak, so please don’t ask me again, Luke. My dad suggested I try making the Queen’s Swans, so did, and I went a little abstract with it. Then I decided to go inanimate. I figured a chair … Continue reading A Wire Desire
Fun Fact: The Brits don’t use the word faucet, it’s all about taps here. When we didn’t have a kitchen tap for ages, I kept complaining about the lack of faucet and no one had any idea what I was talking about. This could have been why no one was doing anything about it, but I think general incompetence was probably the actual cause. When … Continue reading All Of You Gorgeous Taps
That ever so clever name is courtesy of Ron (the person not the hamster); I love it and I am going to keep it and use it. All right, so, I made a kite. It’s cute, it’s dainty. It’s pretty simple. And, I made another one of Calder’s sculptures. He’s got some really great animals, which I can only aspire to. Right now I am … Continue reading Pliers & Wires
…You don’t work here anymore! Not exactly something you want to hear, let alone expect to hear when you return to work after your Christmas break. But, that is exactly what happened to me! But not in so many words. Before I left to Canada for Christmas my general manager and I had a discussion about when I would be back so he would know … Continue reading Surprise!
All right, I’ve done a couple more sculptures. As promised, a penny-farthing. This is the first time I’ve used both sizes of wire together. The next one, a fish tank, is based on Alexander Calder’s Goldfish Bowl. I like mine better because I have captured the true feeling of a fish tank, where as Calder did not capture that of a bowl, since bowl’s are … Continue reading Still Wired
Last year the boys of ManHouse decided to buy a hamster. They named her Ron, in honour of our friend Ron. Reportedly, Ron spent most of her days attempting to escape and she was often found behind the toilet or in a garbage bin. Over the summer when everyone in ManHouse moved home, Ron lived in GirlHouse (and for several weeks the real Ron also … Continue reading Where in the World is Ron II?
Now that I live in England, the only real hobby I’ve ever had I can’t do anymore, and that is play baseball. You see, it’s not a really big sport over here. Now, if I had spent my youth playing and watching snooker, darts, or polo I might be telling a different story right now. But the facts are, baseball is just not that popular, … Continue reading A New Hobby
Perhaps I have been a little spoiled in the past. Everywhere I’ve lived, for as long as it’s mattered to me, I’ve had access to both a washing machine and dryer. Sometimes I had to pay an inflated price to use them, but they were always there. At my house in England, I do not have a dryer. I have a brand new, front loading … Continue reading A Race Against Time
I’m waiting for the train from York to London. There are a good number of people on the platform with me. Our train is due at 16:34; it is now 16:15. A train pulls up, a load of people get on, I sort of wonder if this is my train. I look at the departures board and it still says “London 16:34 on time” – … Continue reading Homeward Bound [December 7-8, 2009]
Monday morning, I wake up and my head is hot while the rest of my body is cold. I just want to get the day over with so I get out of bed and put on the outfit I laid out the night before. I stack my luggage by the door. I have to decide now whether I’ll have time after work to come home … Continue reading December [Part 3]: The Cab
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