I want nothing more than to spend all my days at my bench, but I also know that it can be a funnel to mediocrity and bitterness.
When I am on the road for weeks on end, I long to return to Covington, my family and my bench. To grab hold of my tools and make the things that have been haunting me in airports, hotel rooms and museums.
And when I’m shaping th…
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