You may recall the chisels I made for lathe-working. The long carbide scraper implies bowl-turning is on my agenda, so you’re possibly wondering “where are the bowls?”
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You may recall the chisels I made for lathe-working. The long carbide scraper implies bowl-turning is on my agenda, so you’re possibly wondering “where are the bowls?”
One of the nice things about being approaching 60, having done and been a bunch of different things, is I have a pretty solid view of my capabilities. So I don’t feel bad when I see someone who is light years better than me at a thing, since I know that what I’m seeing is someone who made different choices in their path, and it’s alright that I didn’t compete with them.
A lot of the fancy knives you see get their distinctive fanciness from layers of metal welded and shaped together. That’s a high-risk option, because there basically aren’t any steels that expand and contract at exactly the same rate – and anything else means you’re stressing the blade with extremely powerful forces.
This is the story of a commissioned piece.
[content warning: bare buttocks]
I don’t like the term “genius” because it appears to be vaguely-defined and it’s often tied to that most horrible mishmash of bad thinking known as IQ.
Someone swapped the models in Arkham Asylum so that Batman and Catwoman were inverted.
These are a prank but, if they were made in black and had a holster for a small automatic, you could sell them as “tactical.”
I call this “frost fog” but that’s probably not the right name for it. It’s frost that melts off early as the sun rises, and becomes a cold, dense, low-lying fog.
A bunch of years ago I got to know Jonathan M., who runs a custom Japanese calligraphy production; he mounts the artworks and his wife, Shihan Yoshimi M., does the brush-work.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more fond of using sensible leverage and supporting systems, instead of just lifting things into place and holding them with brute force as I fumbled for fasteners.