More than a few people have been prodding me, so to speak to do more wood turning, making bowls and such on my lathe. The fact that one of my co-workers is giving me more and more wood to make stuff out of is evidence of this. In the end, though, I can't turn things, and feel good about what I make if I don't actually -want- to make it. And what makes me -want- to make something, is making it -for- someone, or making something that I know is going to be put to some sort of use, be it holding M&M's on a coffee table, or as decoration on someone's mantle. Not collecting dust on my shelf, like many of my bowls were until recently.
The majority of my bowls I gave to my sister, so she can sell them. I did this, because every time I looked at them, any motivation I might have had evaporates as I think "Well, anything I make is gonna end up on that pile anyways."
The good news is that I'm starting to feel like I want to turn "for the heck of it" again. It'll be good when I do, because I've got a pretty big pile of random pieces of wood growing under my desk. We'll see.
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