Ross – The Blog.

Posting a second post one day after creating the blog may irk of self-possessed blogger hubris, but I assure you that none of that exists in me. I made a bowl.

Said bowl was hammered out of a sheet of copper over the course of a few hours. It would be taller, but that would require annealing, and annealing requires removing firescale, which I have no ability to do at the moment. With that, I made this bowl.

While hammering, I was also taking rust off an old cast iron key, you know, the cool kind. It was sitting in a bath of hydroflouric acid with a small piece of copper. I regret placing the copper there. I found it had placed a thin film of copper on the key, which made it look like the key had simply rusted, but a quick brushing removed it and revealed the strange color of clean cast iron: Grey. Not light grey or dark grey, but exactly grey, which came as a surprise to me. Of all the colors, why that exact shade?

I digress, because nothing I do can change the color of cast iron. I hope to make more bowls in the future.

I set up this blog today, I have no idea what would compel anyone to read this, but welcome anyways.

This is a ring. It was a fork. I bent it around itself and spent an asinine amount of time polishing and prettying up the old fork. I have no idea if it will fit anyone. It doesn’t fit me, with my large male hands, and it doesn’t fit Mrs. Widman’s  small art hands, so I figure the middle-ground of  average female hands fits into that range.

This blog is mandatory, and so is the Times New Roman font, but I will still use the chance to spend the time I should spend working typing about whatever crosses my mind, like the fact that chocolate is, in fact, delicious; or whether or not I used the semicolon correctly. Fortunately, no one could possibly know the correct use to correct me. I look foreward to making a variety of items out of metal, and writing long and largely-unrelated blog posts with pictures of them at the top.

On a much more disturbing note, the camera I borrowed to take the picture had an SD card with 5 gigs taken up, and a folder named “private” in it. I dare not think what is in that folder, but I’m sure that over the coming days, weeks, and years, I will be haunted by what might be in there. Even worse than the terrifying prospect of what might be in there is what probably is in there. It will haunt my -and I hope your- dreams for the rest of my life.

Isn’t art fun?