Grinderman

(21st June 2008 - 01:58 AM)

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He was a grinderman, one who cut metal to pay the rent and feed the kids, but never looked back to second-guess where life had taken him. A war was fought and a family was raised; yet he found no peace with the years that came after the storm. Metal was cut, grinded and sized for a need, much like his dreams that somehow became grist for the mill of the needful that we call a life of responsibility. Yet his child grew up and found what he had missed, becoming the offspring of the grinderman, expressing his dreams in ways that surprisingly came full circle, finding creative expression in metal sculpture that used that same material and tools of the grinderman. This time it was culture and not utility that called the hands that still cut and grind, creating a homage to the one who helped build a world now taken for granted, but not forgotten, like rusted iron still beating with a warm soft heart.

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