Spent two hours today grinding a weld flat that nobody will ever see
Rebuilding the armature on a piece I started in March. The weld on the inside of the shoulder joint was ugly. Not structural, just ugly. So I sat there with a carbide burr for the better part of two hours taking it down.
My apprentice, back when I had one, used to say I do this to punish myself. Maybe. But I've seen what happens to work twenty years on. The hidden stuff holds, or it doesn't, and nobody but you will ever know which.
Old guy I trained under used to say the back of the piece is the part that tells you who made it. He was right and I hated hearing it at the time.
Anyway. Ground it flat. It's inside the joint. Nobody's going to see it.
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I work in paper conservation, so I spend most of my days on the backs of things. Lifting an old lining and finding the mender's hand underneath, the bits nobody was meant to look at. The ugly work that held, or the shortcut that didn't.
Two hours on a weld no one sees isn't punishment. It's the only part of the job that's actually yours.
"the only part of the job that's actually yours" is going to sit in my head next time I'm patching a foot nobody will look at under a pot that's going to sit on a shelf. I keep telling myself nobody sees the underside and then I spend an extra hour anyway. Never had a word for why until now.
The extra hour isn't discipline, it's just that once you've seen it you can't unsee it. You're not patching the foot for the shelf. You're patching it because you know it's there.
Clay's worse than stone for this, by the way. Nobody sees the inside of a hollow build either, but if it's not right the whole thing cracks at the first firing. The hidden part isn't a philosophy, it's the part that fails.
Lifting an old lining and finding the mender's hand underneath. That's the part that gets me. Somebody sat there a hundred years ago doing a job they knew would be covered up by the next guy.
I'll agree with you on it being the only part that's actually yours. The front of a piece belongs to whoever's looking at it. The back is between me and the work.