thinking about purpose a little. wanted to do some printmaking and needed - palette knife, brayer, plastic plate to roll out ink on, ink, carving tools and linoleum. i looked all around and somehow couldn't find my knife, and decided to use a shitty ruler instead. also chose to use an old, poorer quality roller cos it was more within my reach than the one i brought back from chicago. the subpar tools worked functionally, the ruler was fine, just kinda annoying to stick into the ink, and the brayer was functional, but didn't roll the best. after making a few prints, i got a little frustrated, and switched out the brayer to the better one, that helped so much more. i went down for a break after more printing, and found my palette knife downstairs. i asked mom why it was there and she said dad used it to open letters. i laughed. dad said at least it was useful while i was away. i picked it up and found the sticky stuff on envelopes on it. i knew how to clean that off cos of school - vegetable oil got it off real easy.
it made me think about purpose - like how even though some tools are created for specific purposes, the maker chooses the most available ones. but if there are more suitable tools, they are preferred. or how some tools are used wrongly, but the maker finds it, cleans it up and sets it back on its path.
hm.
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