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.
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Becoming crazy 'round a solder point. Trying the fitting of a bezel, and have the stone blocked snugly inside. Searching for a round anvil to hammer - in the near future - the aigrette's band in a half-round shape: discovering that a 2.5 kilos weigthlifting plate has almost the right diameter. Redoing drawings on and on and on. Trying to buy stones: shops are closed for the summer: fuck you crisis they scream from blind display: go fuck yo'self, they also - quietly - say.

But things goes on, and slowly we go back to The Routine: think a lot of time about things, work at the bench, make mistake, think about putting everything back to order, lift heavy things, eat meat, work some more at the bench.

Here's a pic. a lot of work still has to be done, but--

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