My mom and dad don't consider themselves artists but they both hold a deep appreciation for how things are made and do-it-yourself-ing and they instilled that into me. They also both have some "artistic tendencies" but not in the traditional sense, so they are both in denial.
My dad also taught machine tool technology for 30 years, and restores cars, which is why metal objects intrigue him and he knows a good amount about multiple metalsmithing and machining processes.
This photo is the essence of my dad... looking intently at things, sizing them up and figuring out how they were made. This is the ring I just designed for my mom [link]
that he's critiquing here.
Most members of our family enjoy watching people craft and seeing the results, making art is also art a good deal of the time and skill, also.
So, here's to my mom and dad for teaching us that there is honor and soul in creation and the little things in life.
I remember my dad saying that there was blood, sweat and tears in the paint job he had done on his Chevelle, (he did it a beautiful blue metalflake with white muscle stripes). In one of the multiple layers that he did a drop of his sweat fell into the paint and he could see it, frozen in time, an homage to his effort and his love of the process, albeit it a tedious one.
Some art, isn't. Some art is the process itself, whether the outcome be Michaelangelo's "David" or a chopper with painstakingly rendered flames and custom rims. The final result is still a thing of beauty and something to be revered and honored, a craft and skill that is a gift, not just a hobby.
Thanks for reading, kudos to those who create and enjoy creation!