january is the month that always gets away with nothing.
among the picking up of things left hanging from the old year gone, the good resolutions to start afresh, the dwindling of time, there is that peek into all that can be, luring ideas into unknown territories with all the 'what-ifs'...
among the picking up of things left hanging from the old year gone, the good resolutions to start afresh, the dwindling of time, there is that peek into all that can be, luring ideas into unknown territories with all the 'what-ifs'...
i have no idea what to do with these.
a roll of brass strip given to me ages ago by someone i don't remember, it has been tucked away and preciously preserved for whenever.
cut out a piece, annealed it, cut it up again, rolled it through the rolling mill...a simple excercise in futility, but it felt so good!
a roll of brass strip given to me ages ago by someone i don't remember, it has been tucked away and preciously preserved for whenever.
cut out a piece, annealed it, cut it up again, rolled it through the rolling mill...a simple excercise in futility, but it felt so good!
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