Things are being done. Is it my affinity for laziness that means once I start work I actually acheive quite alot... is it all that time pondering this and that that actually allows the back half of my head to work out process? I have no idea but it seems the less I do, overall, the more I actually acheive... which is often argued against by those who think I could acheive heaps and heaps by working all the time but believe it or not I reckon that's counter intuitive... it's like without the rumination I'd most probably just create heaps of dross, but whatever eh?
So indeed, the Vicky Victorola, or Austin Hillman (because there isn't a car called a Vicky Victorola so I can't get the badge without making one... later maybe), or maybe that'll be the pseudonym of me and Simon, is coming into being.
I like where it's going, but then again why might I make something I won't enjoy the outcome of... good question, and I hope whomever buys it takes the time to get it going though the fact that it isn't is actually part of the art content of the piece. How much of our lives are indeed just pure artifice? Knowing such may be the difference between self awareness and unconsciousness but that's another story.
Fretwork reminiscent of art and craft which might be highlighted with red on the face cut and maybe Simon will add some little flourishes in the corners or somesuch.
Always my favourite view, the backend, the nuts and bolts of supporting the needs and desires of the great consuming machine of identification and importance. Where what's actually going on is understood and defined through the alchemy of deeper desires.
But at the front we impress, we doodle and dance across the possibilities of flimflam, the potentialities of design and drafting to echo the ease with which nature tells it's story as we hide the great mysteries of the machine behind what might be elegance... as defined, so understood and accepted.
Um, basically an old shelf cut out with the jigsaw to go over the speaker and ending, edging out to an octagon so loved by the bright and the beautiful of that aimed for past age... don't ya love nostalgia. Just like kissing ice cubes!
And this too will go to Simon for paint applied decoratively... once I finish detailing it out with the detritus of my own convenience... style!
And last but not least is the two seater with exposed springs which my brother Kevin will upholster in fine leather with, what are they called, stencilled designs of a floral nature, red over dulled blacks with rivets and strengthening corners and wear areas then I'll get the wood burner out and carve a few blackened lines here and there and maybe even a small carving or two... The Chesterfield Springer?
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