THERE’S HISTORY IN THAT MESS

bench

It’s taken me 20 years to get my work bench looking this way. It’s covered in stains, burns, rubber, the list is endless. I can’t tell you how often I’ve lost track of puppet pieces on that surface, so much so that I’ve start places the smallest parts on a white sheet of paper. Still, I often find myself searching for the one that got away. Let’s not even get into the bruises, burns, cuts and back aches I’ve inflicted on myself and will continue to endure for the foreseeable future. However … if I were ever to move, I would carefully dismantle and reassemble it in that new location. Some things you don’t leave behind.

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