Sticking with free form bowls for a moment, I had a piece of tineo lying around.  It’s not endangered.  It’s a South American evergreen.  Very beautiful though.  The last bowl showed me that an angle grinder might be a fine way to make irregular concave things.  All one needs sometimes is an idea.  Indeed, ideas can be deadly.  But here the consequence was merely a bowl, so not too much to fret about.

A lot of sanding by hand

I’ve thought I might make a personal use sized spoon to go with it and self-indulge a little neo-primitive and eat with those things for a while, but an idea like that is right on the line of how far I will go to chase an erstwhile good idea.  Them ideas again.  There’s idiosyncratic, there iconoclastic, but such would not be that far, there’s idiopathic, which is really a fabulous characterization but does not pertain – though it might – there’s probably even ideopathological considerations, but thankfully this is just a bowl.  It tempts me to want to associate it with other thoughts, but maybe that’s the lure of objects, that temptation to connect them to meanings we’d like them to have.

Otherwise it has been a very long winter here.  Many half-complete projects await progress.