Photo by Ethan Pearce 

I feel like Homer Simpson cursing at whatever his latest disaster may be. Apart from a lengthy trip to the doctor with the kids for a checkup, I have spent most of the day trying to drill a hole through the shaft, which appears to have been made of tempered wizard steel in the pits of Mordor. I’ve broken three bits so far, and have made little progress. I’ve been to the hardware store twice to find stronger bits. So far I’m about 1/8th of an inch into the steel. This is not fun at all, in the horrid heat of my little shop.

I’m going to plan B, which is to find some sort of sleeve that can be screwed onto the shaft with no possibility of slipping, probably what I should have done in the first place. Plan C is to take the blasted thing to a machine shop and have them do it for me. What a pain. I did manage to get the ladder, dolly and screw-gun that I’ll need for installing the show tomorrow, so the day isn’t a total loss, but this is hella frustrating. 

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Michael Pearce is an artist, writer, and professor of art. He is the author of "Art in the Age of Emergence."
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