In the evenings, I watched my grandfather repair persimmon woods. After dinner I was allowed to go out to his studio and sit at the end of his workbench. I watched him pour the lead into the heads, varnish the wood and redo the whipping. I was mesmerized by all the steps it took to make just one.
Linksoul Woods / Art Series by Parnography
- by Lauren Milner
- May 01, 2019
- 1 min read