House on Hill Street w/ Dog
Even my volatile father was mellow, having switched from his usual gin to wine.
I just finished a commission for a new print.
In what could be described as a compressed period of time, the entire feather2pixel operation has been thrust into the Bronze age, though The Raw Steel age might be more accurate as bronze actually turns out to be too expensive.
Like many recent decisions, I accepted this challenge without a good understanding of what it entailed. Like many recent consequences, my ignorance was punished.
For example, I thought quarter inch-thick steel seemed reasonable for this project.
Funny, I never realized that you can’t return one hundred and fifty-four cubic inches of machined metal just because you didn’t realize it would make an absurdly heavy art piece before you bought it. Metal is heavy.
After I obtained a more reasonable slab of steel on my second try, I was introduced to enamel screen printing inks, which are toxic, extremely flammable, and are known to to cause cancer in California residents. These inks, which resemble nail polish, are what you use to print on basically any non-pourous material. My studiomates loved it.