Some news from the studio: Three weeks ago in a private ceremony, not attended by my wife, I entered into welded bliss. Yes, I purchased an arc welder and, just to be on the safe side, a gas welder. That's right, I finally made good on that old promise to take my sporadic welding lessons to the next level. I don't know if it's only a guy thing to be enthralled with sticking two pieces of metal together. Some of the finest welded-steel artists I know are women--Reven Marie Swanson comes to mind. Still, it is absolutely fascinating to make steel shapes take on a completely new, permanent form. Maybe its the magic of seeing something so hot it would burn out your unprotected eyes. Maybe it is the power to make steel yield to your fiery tool. It is not, however, getting a spark between your shoe and foot. I am sure.
I transformed my garage into a welding shop. Deborah was out of town so I pretty well got away with it until she came back and wanted to park her car in her garage. I thought I could finish before she got back, but the law of unintended consequences bit me hard and I wound up with two weeks of her and me parking in the driveway. Additionally, the piece I wanted to make was 12 feet tall. My garage, though generous in size, was only 11 feet tall, so I had to work at kind of a slant to take advantage of the hypotenuse effect. (This is where all that engineering school starts to pay off.) I learned much and I'm absolutely thrilled with the way New Girl came out.