|Project by Mark Wilson||posted 04-04-2016 01:12 AM||786 views||0 times favorited||31 comments|
I got out of bed this afternoon (I stay up way too late), and began examining my body…(heavy sigh) of work, that covers every flat surface in the house. I picked up this Pot of Eucalyptus that I had turned back in October of ‘14, and was presented with a paradox. I had left the plinth on the bottom, and yet, I had signed it, as though ‘twere finished. I thought for a moment. How can this be? Why on Earth would I sign a plinth?
Look at how thick it is. Obviously, you boob, you intended to come back to it.
And he was right. The reason it was signed is that, awhile back, I finally got my mitts on a decent wood-burning pen, and signed, with said pen, a bunch o things I had never signed. So, there you go. There you have it. And, There it is.
Shut up and get away from me. (Notice how soft-spoken I am. Who’s the boob?)
So I proceeded, post-haste to the lathe and re-mounted it. Did some turning and thinning, and some sanding, and some finishing (Olive Oil Shine Juice), and signed off on it.
Thank you. And, I apologize.