Hammering thick cork panels into a wall is actually a satisfying activity. (Cutting the cork not so much.) But lining it up flush with the walls and watching the seams disappear, feels good. Pounding brass nails clink clink clink through soft cushiony cork, feels really good. Standing back and admiring the results, feels good too.
I enjoy this kind of work. It gets me out of my head and into the tangible, physical realm. The sensuality of working with one's hands.
I like the weight of my old hammer. Watching the sharp brass sink into the spongey cork. Smoothly securing everything in place.
To construct
(not destruct.)
friday - 2024-02-02