I avoided looking directly at the welding arc as I did this sketch. Several finished pieces can be seen to the left. Crealde is right on a lake and I could hear some Moore Hens as they swam by. As usual, I tucked myself into one of the few shady spots when I sat down to sketch. When it was lunch time I walked to the Publix which is next door with one of the artists named Heather. She explained to me why she became a representational artist. Her mother was schizophrenic and she would sometimes tell Heather it was time for bed even though it was far to early for bedtime. This caused her to question many things from a very early age, the most important being, “What is reality?” I thought this was one of the more interesting reasons for becoming an artist.
The activity in the workshop was loud and constant. Artists were grinding, filing, welding, burnishing and hammering. I could have stayed all afternoon but I decided two sketches was enough for a hot day in the Florida sun.
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Hi Tom
Thanks for the 2 sketches-they are a very good representation of the fun that was had by all who attended. Crealde is not only a great facility but most of the people associated with Crealde are truly an inspiration. We'll welcome you back anytime.
Lynn W.
Hi Tom,
This reminded me of my shop days with Westinghouse. I worked at the steam turbine manufacturing plant in Lester, PA for 25 years. Most of them were in the shops as an apprentice, machine operator, quality Engineer, Manufacturing Engineer, Manager. Our shops housed many different mfg. processes, from turbine blade forging to rough machining, to delicate finish machining, to both heavy and light fabrication and welding, and much more. I learned quite early that when I saw a weldor addressing a workpiece, and he gave the little head nod that brought the welding shield down over his face, that was the time to turn your head lest you become the recipient of a weld "flash." They were blinding for a few seconds at least. Thanks for the memory. Ned