Much ado about metal sculptures...

So I bent the pipe today… all day. The concept stayed constant but the question remained, “how do I know where I’m going, if I’m not sure where I’ve been?” It’s quite heavy and it will soon get even heavier. Heaviness of heart equals heaviness of metal equals heaviness of desire to express? I ache from the process, but it’s a good ache. Symmetry was maintained throughout but I’m not sure where I’m going with it. The theme is absorption. Absorption of thought and absorption from the constant shock of daily moment to moment balances… life, livelihood, and the bombardments of confrontations. The mother-in-law thinks I’m nuts, the wife gives me space, and the neighbors are afraid. The cat and dog are oblivious as it should be. The pipe awaits the bending die but it sits at Home Depot for I’m out of supply for the moment. Can I get it to do what I want? Will I achieve compliance? What color should I paint it? Where will I put it when I’m finished? Will I be inspired to attempt another? Will I get zinc poisoning? I’m pleasantly exhausted and quite fine with feeling old. George Bush can kiss my ass.