The torch hums, and I'm just there to see

Lately the shop feels less like me making a frame and more like me with a torch, witness to whatever the metal decides to do. I'll get a bend slightly off and catch myself thinking 'okay, but that's the frame's choice, not mine' — half amused, half wondering if I'm getting lazy. Copper glowing in that news blurb tonight made me think: maybe the glow is the point, even as it fades to whatever the frame wants to be.