|Tormach machine to cut metal|
|The Scream by Edvard Munch|
Phew, feels good to get it out of my system!
I've been taking some classes, at the Maker Place, to learn how to cut metal on a CNC mill. Well, let me tell you, I've had to bring out my macho and geeky persona to tackle this one - you know me, I'm a girly girl who wears a flower on her hair every day. OK, maybe not a girly girl, as my daughter Zonia points out, but a funky woman who does wear a flower daily.
In any case, there was the basic workshop safety class where we were "reminded" of the safety things we learned back in high school during woodshop class... I never took that class, I was in photography class instead. Things like wear closed toed shoes, masks and eye protection (I knew that one from metal jewelry class anyway) and some other basics. Mostly, we were reminded to use common sense.
Last Tuesday, there was the software intro class to run the machine. I was the only girl in the class. My fellow classmates, all male and so very geeky, were all talking gibberish. Perhaps that gibberish was picked up during woodshop class in high school... or is it a male gene? Moving right along, I asked my questions, I asked for guidance, I survived, although I could feel my brain stretching while trying to assimilate all the new and overwhelming information. At times I felt like The Scream painting by expressionist artist Edvard Munch, but then I reminded myself that it is just a learning curve and that after some practice and trial & error, I would be fine cutting away my designs.
Now I'm trying to get through the software and figure out what tools I'll be needing for my project. Next week, I will be face to face with the machine, learning how to use it so she can help me make my job easier. Wish me luck!