To me this hobby has become like learning an instrument or a language. I am constantly attempting to figure out how to build things "cleaner" or "more professionally". My goal is to be as good as what I see in magazines. But then I realize: it's something that, ultimately, doesn't really matter that much to anyone but myself.....and in the very last stages of this long build I had an epiphany, I realized that improving at a fairly meaningless craft has little or nothing to do any of this.
Nah....I'm not just passing time.
When I have to have some quiet, when I have to be by myself, or when I have to pretend I am 11 years old again for whatever reason, this is what I do: sit at my work bench, smelling paint fumes and plastic and glue, and it all bring back memories of endless hours listening to AM radio in the basement, building model cars with my brothers, like it's the summer of 1970 again.
And my heart aches for the simplicity of those times.
What next? Maybe a sloppy build? A build where I do everything wrong? Use no paint? Intentionally get glue all over everything? I can't see myself doing that. But at the end of the day it doesn't matter how clean a build is.
It was the journey, not the destination, that captivates me.
And by the way, the damn hood doesn't sit flat, no matter what I do.
Question is: What's next?
1 comment:
I so understand the model building! I really feel what you wrote about the feelings you have when creating the models. ALSO You do a great job! Love the cars… keep up the good work!
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