I was explaining that I needed an angle grinder, as we say in British English. Here it’s called a taş motoru (stone motor) and of course it’s used for grinding or cutting very hard surfaces like metal, stone or plaster etc. The guy in the small workshop looked me up and down. The small workshop was a hole in the reinforced concrete structure in a tunnel like passage off an alleyway in an area of the city foreigners never frequent. He realised of course that I’m a foreigner (I just need to say something in order to make that abundantly clear) and that I was most probably not a person most familiar with grinding hard surfaces for a living.
His small shop was the place where welders, car mechanics and workmen went to get their angle grinders, drills and, by the looks of things, any electrically motorised tools mended. One of the other men in the small space was winding copper wire around something which looks like it would become a motor, after a few more hours of winding. I love this part of working in a country where labour remains cheap, it means you can get things fixed for a fraction of the price of a new one!
He asked me what I wanted to use it for and I explained that I was making sculptures out of metal and needed something to cut car doors. He looked blankly at me no doubt wondering how grown men of my age can spend a Friday afternoon looking for what is for him an expensive tool to make a pointless thing out of metal. I explained again, showed him my card, referred to our arts association, and then our website. He finally reluctantly climbed up the stairs, rummaged around and returned with a second hand Bosch angle grinder.
Next episode in a week or so….
Pure Watercolour on 600gm paper.