Hand-work takes patience. Is it measured in years. Or units. Does the repetition enable patience. Or is it the rush to accomplish. To get from the first notions about making anything at all. And carrying these to that point when you look at what’s on the bench and feel affirmed. It takes the years. And the many starts. The stops too. Routine and repetition commingle and become focus. Focus takes over. And when it takes over it becomes obsession. The obsession to do one thing superbly well. So superbly well that no matter how close you get, the work teases you. It encourages you. The work begs for more. It always begs for more.
Patience. Routine. Repetition. Focus. Obsession.
All This By Hand
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