and so, maybe: maybe metal hides some other way of Expression. Maybe: in seeing it move under the hammer blows, in colours that change at the heat of the fire; in the forcing of bends, or tips or blades inside it - or against it. In taking it out of the acid, matt - silvery. In polishing it with Love. In letting it standing out strong, and contrasting, against fabric and skin and hair: extending lines of force, pushing the beholder's eyes - or yours - deeper, Inside.
It's an Art by itself - even if "minor" and mistreated: and she needs affection. Yes - affection.
Hi!, I'm Davide. I try to be a metalsmith. My other vices was good prose, and is powerlifting.
Now scroll down, pliiz.

like the sound of one-thousand broken ribs

so I was pressing and pulling the oily handle of my ancient rolling mill*, keeping it stable and vertical in the meantime by the opposition of force with my knee, and from somewhere in-between my right lats and my ribcage here-they-came continuous sharp shards of pain, from [I think] some kind of powerlifting injury I got last week. But works they go on, and not much of problems were encountered today. In the pic, work in progess - ring's elements, pt. 1 and 2 of 5 (?).

* no reduction mechanizm for us.

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