He continues to work on a frame that will become the housing for a small paper fly that will magically flap its wing when he turns a crank made of delicate wire. He cut out the fly from an old natural science book. I'm always scanning the ground looking for stuff. It's a habit now. He pulls on his sweater and prepares for his short trip to work.
Many people define themselves by what they do for a living.
I just do it so I can work on my art.