The photo above shows the workshop at the Art College where I did my one year 'Foundation Course', before going on to my degree course elsewhere.
I attended four different Art Colleges in all, but the one above was probably where I learned the most; and most of that was learnt in this workshop.
It was where we learned how to use dangerous heavy machinery; the sort where one wrong move, and you could lose a hand.
There were all sorts of saws, drills, welding kits (both gas and electric), sanding machines, metal benders, plastic vacuum formers; you name it, it was there. It was noisy and dirty, and even turning some of the machines on was quite intimidating to some of the more 'delicate' students.
The workshop was where we learned about 'possibilities'; how one could transform one object into another. We also learned how to do so with the least amount of danger.
Looking at the picture reminds me of one particular event. My good friend Tony needed to weld something on his motorbike. He brought the bike into the workshop, laid it down on the ground, and started to weld as petrol dripped from the tank just a foot or so away. As you might imagine there was a huge rush for the exit as we all awaited the inevitable huge explosion.
Somehow he got away with it.