This is where it all happens. Hammered Studios. I spend most days focusing on that very small area of my bench where I exact my wishes from metal and fire. By now I know these two pretty well, and mostly they bend to my will. Of course, on account of knowing them so well, I try not to ask more of them than they can do. Although, my scrap box tells me that I have demanded much that was never forfeited. Whatever I have made over the years has been greatly affected by the tools I possessed at the time and the space in which I worked.
