I’m taking a break from writing. Until it’s over, I’ll add content here labeled Did I Really Say That?
All you do is make frames. How do you get pleasure
from doing the same thing over and over?
I don’t have a pat answer, except that when I got involved with this I was drawn to it with as much enthusiasm as I still have now. The biggest enigma for me – and I think anybody who makes anything by hand would feel this way – is that no matter how hard I try, some come out better than others. Obviously everything is going to be at a certain standard that I’ve set for myself. But you wonder why, no matter how hard you try, sometimes it comes easier, sometimes it’s better. And you want to be able to figure out how to get to where that isn’t a question anymore because you have a better understanding of how you work with your hands, how the product evolves from a pile of material to a finished thing. And that’s a motivation for me. Not to make more, or to train people to make them for me, or to buy them from jobbers and put my name on them, which is the typical route in most businesses. That has no appeal for me.