They say that most inspiring ideas happen by mistake, or out of necessity. My brain is like an old worn out rubber band. It just flops around smacking the inside of my head, and always looking to tweek, change or try things. And I LOVE IT! I drive people nuts, and it’s best when I just let it flow. Oh I know when to stop, but that is usually far far far past anyone elses patience, and or my budget when it comes to construction work. I do lots of photoshop to work stuff out because its cheaper than making stuff and removing it.
Add to this when inspiration hits me, and I talk myself out of it, and yesterday was no different. I had put the pine trim up and it looked very nice and clean..ish, but lost a little sumthn sumthn, and then Bruiser needed to go outside again. This time he went to the trailer full of discarded stuff. A purgatory of sorts. And there it was. mmmmmm.. Why not? Na! thats dumb. Or is it?
Why not use the boat bottom planks from the Rivira outside? Sure it has holes…. But this IS THE Woody Boater Global HQ, and a boat yard that made wood boats. So there is a design presidence to do this. Really? I mean? WTF? mmmm So I went out to the trash, BTW, something I have done more and more of, and brought in some trim, and man oh man!
Things just went into a deep trance and time just ripped by. The universe aligned, and music blaring, Opera BTW, yup. It’s like a dance. Using old tools, working with mahogany, and creating art. Pure art out of materials found from the source. Like making a wonderful meal from local sourced food.
The trim is now officially going to be Bilge red. Which I love the concept of. The wood now doesn’t have to be stained to dark and let some of the yellow glow work its thing.
And it nails the other deeper vision of reuse of things around the railway. Or, like most things I do. It’s a mess, and what was I thinking? And such is the hell inside my pea brain. Walking the razor’s edge of “ingenuity” or “institution”.