Living in a WoodDream of Color
….living in a wood dream,
against back-drops of color,
mt. washington sings….
….how often my walks be-come lost in a dream with-out,
where all that goes on in my back-yard around the farm,
is much the same such stagnate matter as what’s in my head,
and the ill’s of time can start to bog me down in stereotype….
….remembering a time when i sold my soul-full designs,
to the highest bidder in the wood-jams of ‘who’s on first’,
how i over-came that one is an-other story that still goes on,
what matters now is more about where i stand at end of day….
….how to be healthy, wealthy and wise occupied most my time,
and i sold my soul daily in those temples of merchant ex-change,
never under-standing why my soul raged in-side with so much fury,
i worked the wood but my loss was in not understanding the wood….
….sure we write books and study wood while listening to other’s,
back then i was needy to the fact that wood has a need to express,
so before I lose any-one who has been reading this story up till now,
let me say it once again—-’that wood has a need to express it-self ’….
….expressing one’s-self is not the need to have approval of other’s,
as many great works of art have fallen by the way-side with-out note,
just as great in-deed are those hands of artist’s who failed at exposure,
while reaping the various kinds of vulnerability at the hands of other’s….
….there came a time when i heard the sounds of wood living my dream,
far removed from the classic names that are give-in to furniture of design,
how often I have noted that we fail when we fail to create after our heart,
and failure to create after one’s heart is the tragedy of abortive conception….
….wood talks and begs to forth-tell a picture-story of eminence and beauty,
but the ears of man have be-come dull of hearing trading in other’s dreams,
have we lost in-sight that the wood is the artist and we are the art in process,
where i am the imaged one greeting this landscape of art-full wood color…..
So lets take a waundering-walk-about such as I took earlier this week and by doing
so, shall we use our imagination to reap forth a bounty of color? I took these while on a hike
going up north, into the north country….and yes, I will stop talking and let the pictures come
forth as actors on the stage of life….
….not all who waunder are lost….
….while getting lost is not the worst act of man….
….since some fail by never getting lost….
….and as I walked, my way be-came very clear in-deed….
….just as the beauty before me laid waste to my mundane….
….no-more be-ing satisfied with playing spectator….
….I be-came one with-in the land-scape….
….turning for home….
….I followed a new way….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/