Art-Full Creation of a Megalomaniac
….en-livened by wood,
shadows urge me on….
This one is a left-over from Katrina some four years ago, which was transported north into my ‘neck of the woods’, while being introduced up here to yankee hospitality back around 2006-2007. My wife introduced me to a family, who were new in the area and still learning of what was to come as we were approaching winter at the time. So after dinner we retired into the library//studio and talk turned to a bench which I was finishing up in the room, (yes I know, sometimes my house even be-comes a place to work in)....and from there the talking led on to furniture and some of my ‘wood art’. Well just to keep this story short, I’ll throw out a few lines of what happened next.
The next time I saw them, they had a present for me, which their young son was very excited about giving me, (matter of fact the whole family was excited) and wanted me to have this exotic and intoxicating, (don’t you love a good word play at description) chunk of wood. Seems that after Katrina had left the area, they were walking the beach one day and found this one washed up on the sand. They carried it home and when they came north they brought this new member of the family along with them, where it sat in their living room. Then after the meeting and friendship with me in my home, they realized the wood was searching for me and would never be satisfied until united with it’s intended other. These folks came from Texas, and stopped over in Florida before coming north to New England….and then after giving the wood to me, they decided it was too cold up here and went back south. I never saw them again, but it’s makes me wonder at how the pieces of the puzzle, in this universe all work together, just to keep things moving straight, on-line and in touch with the ’art-full creation of a megalomaniac’.
So the wood has been drying out some years now in my barn, and some-times we say hello to each other quite frequently, and then at other times months can log-roll on by. Recently though the wood has started talking and I have taken to sitting with her for spells of time, while also it’s been a time of testing area’s of her amorous skin with light sanding and some gouging of the wood. Time will tell, but I’m quite happy with her just way she is, but like the lady she is, she keeps urging me on with some added hints of her beauty. And after all is done and said; “….is this not just like a Lady”?
Just a side note here that some have noticed and stated about, .... in truth, truly I am one; who is practising in the art of romanticism—-a dreamer who has awakened from a long sleep. Yes I am not afraid to admit that those crayons and coloring books that I used as a child, but was later persuaded to put away and grow up so as to be-come an adult, have long ago been picked back up. The only difference now is that I think out-side the box, using my imagination, and to this day reject any form of entity that would have me come back and be like them. My life is lived according to no-one book or no-many books and matter of fact the reality of my own illusion is found in the fact that I am the writer of my own book. I like best that which was penned by Henry David Thoreau when he wrote the following words; “….A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on it’s hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.”
As I have mentioned before, but will once again reinteriate, I have never been formally trained in the skills of wood-working and while I have many tombs of books about wood and technique, the fact is I have never finished reading any-one of them, at any one time//sitting. Therefore I have no-gurus who are icons be-fore mine eyes and over time I have learned that who I am, is the actor or worker-of-wood and that this is the challenge of opportunity which we all can be. The ‘very best’ of ‘very good’ that I can say about my life, my work, my play is that I have no-regrets and were my time here to end tomorrow, than of a truth I can say that my life is in-deed very good. I could go further on and say that I have no-past, and the future is yet to come, so I spend my time-of-space living in the ‘moment of now’.
Some-times it’s hard to know where to draw the line, that de-fines me here at a woodworking site, since there is no-separation of me from my ‘wood art’. Every-where I go I am all-ways on the lookout for a way to sell my-self and my-self is best explained by how I ‘work the wood’ and how the ‘wood works me’.
See what I mean, here I have done it again….what started out as a simple wood-working haiku day has now gone all the way around and past full circle, so I hope no-one is offended by what I have said and where the journey of words have taken us, but then again….that’s just who I am.
” ....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood…. ”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/