Twelve hours later...

I'd forgotten how tiring full, full work days in the studio can be. Yesterday was the first time I've had a chance to really spend a big chunk of time just working on my own projects, not assignments, not academics, just me and the torch and the metal. Beautiful. But 10am - 10pm will get you. I woke up this morning with my back aching from hunching over the torch, my arms hurting from hammering and grinding stones, my fingers still swollen from getting chemicals in cuts, and my hands so dry they look like crocodile skin. And you know what? I couldn't be happier. I woke up in pain but so excited about my new pieces I just wanted to sit and look at them all day. I love this job.