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Ever since I dropped a candle into my first carved pumpkin of my niece (Courtney) - from a pattern I created myself - I’ve been hooked. The carved gourd that looked like a bunch of cut out random shapes was suddenly transformed.
Here I was, hacking away at this pumpkin with a fine saw, and having no idea how all this work was going to turn out. I had no way to tell, while I was working on it, what the result would be.
Then I added light and brought life to that which had been dead. The glowing masterpiece was captivating. The creator and the creation sat staring at each other in silence and awe.
I didn’t realize I had created a monster. And the monster was me.
Welcome to the addictive habit of pumpkin carving.