Google refuses to let me sign in to my blogger account on my phone, which explains why my comments have been a bit sparse of late. I can do anything on the computer, but when I get home I need to sit down and relax before cooking - especially in this heat. By the time I am perked up and ready to read all your stuff, H.I. has hijacked the machine and is watching 1980s crap on it.
I don't know if it is long covid or just the heat which is sapping my energy at the moment. I suspect it is both. Yesterday my compressor stopped working and today I have ordered a new part for it which won't arrive until Saturday. That is a fine excuse to spend the rest of the week in the shade.
When compressors break down I realise just how much I depend on them for saving time and effort. Also, a strong puff of wind is ideal for clearing the dust which accumulates in and on everything I make. I keep my tyres inflated with one too.
I used to know an Irish sculptor who outright refused to use any abrasives. Everything had to be finished with hammer and chisel. Consequently everything took her four times as long to make and the prices reflected that. Also consequently, she hardly ever sold anything.
In the days when I had an actual work ethic worth mentioning, I was training up a young man to cut stone and he asked which chisel he should use on a particular task. I told him that if a soup spoon worked best then he should use one. He said that his college teacher had told him exactly the same thing. He was a slow learner.
I know a male sculptor who is particularly difficult to deal with on account of him being borderline nuts and a know-all of great renown. He proudly says that he dropped out of training at a large masonry school when his tutor told him that there was nothing he could teach him. For the last 50 years he has been telling everyone this story, believing that the tutor meant that he knew so much already that it would be a waste of time to continue the course. That's how nuts he is.