Ah, Fall in New Mexico. When the air is filled with the tantalizing smell of roasting chile.
*Sniffs*
Oh, wait. That’s not chile.
Crap. I set myself on fire again.
Occupational hazard of working with welders and plasma torches.
Coming up, we’ve got two Art in the Park shows and a holiday show over the Thanksgiving weekend. If my motto wasn’t “Why do today what you can procrastinate tomorrow,” I’d already have a vast inventory of metal objects d’art.
But this is me. As of the last show, I was coasting along on the fumes of last year’s unsold art. But it had to go and get itself sold last month. Now I’ve got a scant two months to make all kinds of lovely metal tchochkes for the holiday show.
What’s that smell? Panic.
(Pictured: Mountain goats. Media: Steel.)
