mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
2012 day 3 | rung
perhaps I failed to mention that my fabricated chairs built from domestic thresholds, doors, would, well, be abnormally sized. here are the front legs requiring a multiplicity of rungs in order to plant your fanny upon its throne. it took longer than expected as it is my first rung through in building a chair let along an elevated domestic fanny throne! once I finish this chair, I expected its partner to come along rather quickly. perhaps not the initial door disassemblage as I totally have girl muscles, thank you very much, and my wrist torquing strength is somewhat minimal with negative results if I over yank them or rattle them a tad much with a mini sledge hammer percussion riding up their core
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