L’artigiano Rock

I saw this guy last week while walking with juanco.
He was selling hand made wooden things: from stools and tables, to pepper shakers and tops.
Everything could be personalized at the spot with your name or whatever.
The burning/engraving was done 100% by hand.

He was listening to hard rock//// Equal parts The Stones, AC/DC and Vasco.
His wife looked approvingly while he worked to the beat.

This is the face of what survives in hard times.
His persona has existed since the dawn of civilization.
An artisan selling his wares.

Most of us forgot that life could be that simple.

Go out and learn how to make something.
Develop a talent you never knew you had.
If you do it well enough, somebody will buy it.

My Polo Belt

I’ve had this buckle since I was 10 years old.
It was bought at some big fancy US department store in the mid 80s, a time when Ralph Lauren played with pop.

My waist has grown since, and I’ve replaced the thick yellow canvas original, with a cheap-o H&M black thing.
The clear lacquer is now cream, flashing a vintage feel that looks like an old Les Paul.
The edges may be chipping, but it’s bulls eye keeps drawing me in like magic.
My very own Frank Stella.

I hope to wear it on the day I die.

I’m So Good, I Amuse Myself

I visualized designing useless objects that are beautiful.
I thought for a few seconds / / / / / and said, “Oh, sculpture!”