Curves
I love it when you start with a rectangular block of foam and you look for the shape inside of it. You then work away at it and the shape starts to come out.
Slowly; with each pass of the planer; new lines appear. Lines that follow the curve of the rocker and thickness of the foil.
And then all those curved lines start to blend into the final form and you are left with these sensuous curves and shadows; and the soft whiteness of the foam in the shaping bay lights.
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Poetry ‘eh !!
Well, there is a certain poetry to the shaped foam.
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That, or I was feeling a little cheesy last night.
more like ….
“Romancing the foam”
heh