Silence is Golden.

Silence is golden, it allows my eyes to see, my hands to work and my soul to be. Meditation in art, to be in that place, where just one millimetre is a massive space. The whole world in the stroke of a file, hours slip by in such a short while. The phone is ringing in some far off land, from what I am doing I can’t move my hand. Perfection it comes at such a cost, for every minute spent an hour is lost.

Hello everyone, hope you don’t find this too boring, hopefully by the time I’ve published I will have come up with something more humorous to tag on the end.
I’ve never listened to music whilst working, the kind of work I used to do, and later my hobbies demanded total concentration.
In my former life as a decorative plaster I worked on a mezzanine floor modelling, making patterns etc, the floor below was where production took place, the lads down there insisted on playing pop/dance music. One hot summers day, it was already hot up on the mezzanine, the dryer for the plasterwork was running, I was melting and at my wits end and pulled the plug on the moronic so called music. Come home time I couldn’t find my car keys, the shop floor lads had hidden them out of revenge. Being a manager I had to lock up the factory, so I was all alone. I eventually found my keys but I was hours late getting home.
Later when I was self employed making miniature car sculptures, I would be in my workshop early, about 6am to cast models from the moulds I had made, I would listen to BBC radio 4, I learnt more about the world and its workings then, than I ever did at school.
When I was actually making the patterns though, and later when making models as my hobby, I needed to concentrate, so silence was the order of the day. The only thing I would listen too would be imaginary characters I called Cunning and Guile whom I imagined gave me ideas on how to make things.

Silence is Golden.

Woods by Meadowhead Bard.