Turning A Page In Life…. ….can we define the moment that wood took hold, can i fathom the canker i have be-come within my woods, who can understand that time when light exposed pine, and color bore witness to the heavens under which we lived…. ….i have walked in silence before the trees of these woods, where i shunned the teachings that came from noisy man, after all what is man but a creature of manifold knottiness, sent on his ways by the opinions he ply’s daily ...
Barn Tales ….and so i sit,watching the pages of my mind,un-fold before my eyes in splendor, surrounded by this old barn and it’s love…. ….old wood and new wood gathered here,calling out my name to come and rest a while,and so after a day of work i leave all behind,to visit with an old friend as friends will do…. ….no-secrets between us but what tales we tell,stories of what has been and our dreams to come,shared feelings of how it might have been done,and the pa...
On the LighterSide of Wood So after last night…. I decided it was time to resume my identity, as I am known to mortals. Last night’s photo avatar was a way of closing out a time worn photo image of my-self and, since I am much younger now, I thought I would post a newer version—vision of who I am. This one will run a short while here, till I can come up with a better picture of a hermit turned wood hobbit who lives ‘out in the woods’. ——...
Colors of Shellac from a Kayak ….where art thou going oh gods of kayaking,“i go out in the tops of mountain ponds”,who is the one that you paddle along with by your side,“i paddle with the love of my heart who longs with me….” ”—-and so i turned the page to write again some words of wood—-” ....and so the gods came down to play amongst a colored backdrop,completed with water that still holds dreams of blue liquid desire,...
What Lights Up An English Barn Well I believe that it doesn’t take much to get me talking about barns….or might I add English Barns. I was asked to post some pictures of my barn, but how could I ever just show some pictures without also going into some barn terminology? From the picture above I am standing on the third floor of the barn….or if some-one is counting the cellar also, then I guess one could say the fourth floor. My wife bartered some homemade jams for ...
Wood Screams In The Dark ….now if i could only think with a memory,i might be able to re-member just who I am,the words though there come slower to my mind,and so i argue with my-self that who i see is not me…. —-or is it—- ….that i was born to work the wood but now i feel alone,much of my time is spent trying to stay one step ahead,in this more darker be-ing that pursues me now in time,my-dis-ease of hepatic encephalopathy bids me comatose…. —-or...
Twinings of WoodArt ….intertwined we gather,dusk suspends time and i sit,wood spirits apprize…. ….i came for a dance,what is the meaning of this,time and wood makes years…. ….wood be-comes fleshed out,my priorities give way,what was can now be…. ….i am stilled in space,wood–working life liners speak,hands listen to start…. ….grace-full is beauty,i see the passion of end,creation is art….—-by flp——————...
My Zone of Wood Art ….art is the interpretation of what is before you, and therefore needs no-out-side influence to make it more then it is in this moment. The problem that many have with art is that it is all-ways regulated to some other plane of our existence, out-side the time-work of where we are now. Because the many see art as so ‘other’, these many lost souls to the world of art, will in-deed all-ways be seeking for art as if it is some-thing that is found in the so ...
Frederick’s Francks Ten Commandments These Ten Commandmentsments on seeing/drawing were revealed to me on a mountain, but also in a meadow, on a beach and even in the subway. For their revelation did not come all at once, but in installments, as it were, over the years, and always while I was busy drawing, and invariably on holy ground. But that may be because, while drawing, all ground is holy: unseparated from the Whole. 1. You shall draw everything and every day2. You shall not...
Burl On A Spit ….wood can out-tell tales,skewered through i ringed my heart, two sides of my-self….—by flp ————————————————————————————————————————————————————R...
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