The Wild of the Woods ….and so i walk the footsteps of those who precede my thinking, these are the spirit’s of rustic woodlands as found herein, and it is they who speak in an un-known tongue from the forest of living, a language that not many today have the time to learn away from the clatter…. —-clatter comes in many shapes and forms, but the duty of clatter is all-ways the same, and that is to distract one from the beauty of silence, needless to say that clat...
Cultures of Sculptures ….this are the images of my heart, wherein lies the nourishment for my soul, taken across the canvas of landscaped forests of green, and so the green is a living color that breathes of what i am…. —-have you entertained the thought of venting as a leaf, on the back of an un-de-fined-un-re-fined wind, accepting for the moment of moving time your delay of free will, and so you ride the backside of this storm furore bearing gifts…. —-...
I received this post today from a web site the I get periodic mail from. Greetings all,I am excited to announce the latest news concerning the addition of Wood Whisperer project plans to the awlfreeplans site. As you will notice upon visiting the site, I have added a “Wood Whisperer Plans” page that will contain various plans associated with the video pod cast counter part. In the future, I will be working with Marc to document various projects he builds through his video p...
Folk-Wood-Tales ....deserted and hard pressed, peeled back from weathered exposure, i often think back to younger days, when those that passed me by gave thanks…. —-my scar is deep that runs within my trunk, and this i received at the hands of an-other, scars and wounds are but battle purging follies, while i am left to bear a showing of what re-mains…. —-tis better that i bear my pain of shame, in the silence of these forgotten woods, since when will come tho...
Words of Heart —-today i stopped along my way to breathe, as it had been some time since i had passed here before, much was the clutter of ancient baggage i had so accumulated, till from the many aspirations of all that surrounded me; ....i grew, a heavy heart…. —-good natured and kindly objects of activity, were these favorites who came to play their wares, what did they know that i wanted none of their things, and so i closed the door for what seemed an eternity ...
Workshop Principles ….taking time out, as i waundered home after the days work, is an intoxicating drink of heady ale, where those who stop and drink can soon get lost in an-other time and era….And it is in these places where I oft do stop, to taste my dreams and set them free….so I invite you to come along and lets cover some ground in these forest of trees where ones, such as I can still dwell. These were taken around 7:00 pm the other night as I was coming in from a...
Singing Wood Stories ….silence in this place of where i work, is but the pause of in-between wood fractures, that repel any outward sign of talk commodities, as the gouge moves incessantly along a dreamweaver’s path…. —-did i say i live to create my ‘wood art’, or has this creation of something bigger then i, be-come the sculptor of one such as i, whereas the creation now be-gats the formation of who i am…. —-my imaged likeness is const...
Wood of Acquisition ….in this place of all that surrounds me here, i am infatuated with the beauty that comes from wood, where one can go from being pressed hard to circumvent tasteless wood journeys, into the artistic imaginations of finding my place as ‘wood art’.... —-and so with that thought in mind, slowly i arise from the floor-space, where i have been doing time in my work-space, as i push up from this place of knee-space…. —-stretching now ...
We are off to Oregon to visit Schroeder's shop. The Gnarly Wood Shoppe is a man’s shop (well actually two to three and a dog, according to the sign). From the taxidermy to the office art, it’s pretty clear that this is a manly environment.And this is what they make there. The über table and the über Thorsten side table. I’ve made jewelry boxes that took days to make that don’t come up to that drawer. And that book-matched crotch-grained top, breadbo...
What I Need Comes by Way of Wood ….from where i sit, the woods give grace, in the light of coming day-space, where off in the distance, ....there walks one who cannot come back…. —-ah yes, what is to be the conflict, of this one shaped as a mis-fit, dis-in-tangled from the society of structure, ....and walking now by sound of ‘deep calling unto deep’.... Long were the ages of past, when the ancients of old, gave forth the tales we are told, and so...
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