Spooning

It started with a favorite wooden spoon that broke. 

Tthe trope that if something doesn't exist architects feel they must make one is true. That's how I started carving spoons; I simply couldn't find another spoon as beautiful as the one that broke. The irony, of course, is that the ones I made (past tense, because I'm on hiatus after seriously cutting myself!) are too nice to use.

So now I have many more spoons but none to replace, functionally, the one that broke. That is also a familiar architect's trope; sometimes things made for one purpose are not as useful as we like to think.

Making things with one's own hands is not how we normally make things; architects write instructions for others to make things. We know there are much more talented makers than ourselves, so it's all twice or thrice removed.

But making things directly has the enormous advantage of not needing to plan (at least not with spoons). We can just do. Feels great, and satisfies an entirely different dopamine producing part of our brains. 

I'll be back at it soon (the cut has healed) but in the meantime here are the ones I made...but, of course, never use.