The bed of nails was not my idea, but the realization that I could build one was.
As with so many good stories, it started with a beer, a dream, and a proclamation. We both had the beer, Joni had the vision, I had the proclamation.
A bed of nails? I can make that.
Joni had a story to tell, I had a friend with tools, she shot, I nailed, models came, and before I knew it, I had a gallery shoot.
It's the heaviest thing I own.
