….silkened oak wood grain,
shadows of a black diamond,
concept of wood dream….
I’m not sure where this one is going at the moment, or even whats be-come//be-coming
of my wood art….?!? It seems that my mind is running more free from the confines of all
that ‘the society of other’s’ have tried to in-doctrinate me with. There were those past times
and ages when I proceeded through the traditions of man according to woodworking, but I
was all-ways left high and dry by what came forth….
….till now my soul beckons me on-ward to explore more. What can happen when wood is
united with fire, such as is seen herein with this oak slab that I free-hand cut some two years
….or maybe more important is what can happen with ‘me’, as I keep tearing down the walls
of the box//boxes that so surround and try to cling to my-self? What happens when the artist
totally goes beyond a place of under-standing within himself and surely beyond the reach of
others in his dream? And so I started burning this one earlier in the week….
….reaching for a natural wood finish of preservation. I have been thinking more and more as
of late on how to be-come more at one with my environment and my roots of woodworking.
Fire and wood gives place to a carbonization process that can create a long lasting wood self
preservation….but which leaves me wondering about my own self preservation along the way….
….and who knows, since the worst thing a person can do is ‘not failing’, but being afraid of failure
and therefore never stepping out of his//her box to see if failure is possible. My-self, I say ”failure is
impossible, since we have been hard-wired to create our own (many) possibilities and the worst thing is to spend your life asking the question ‘what if ’ ”!
And yes, I have combined two blog stories here, so I will finish up with this one. Two for the price of one, to some that may be a blessing….to ‘others’ a curse….so go on and get that second cup of tea and sit down and loose your-self in the thinking process.
WoodWindows of the Soul
….a wood-worker’s challenge is to find food for their soul’s respite ,
and you thought i was going to say a “hoard of board wood”,
or maybe trunks of trees to be used in carving out sculpture,
but with-out that soul-food one is left with-in the planes of ordinary….
….there are times and seasons when i need to gather to the woods,
where the hours can pass me by till i be-come full-filled by inspiration,
and so i walk-hike-waunder with my camera taking notice of all space,
space to let my imagination run wild and free from self imposed limits….
….took to the trail today following a path that proceeded from my heart,
out and about i was glad to get ahead of the hunters in the area herein,
colors are still good in the woods and many were the more far off views,
every-thing i needed was found outside the confinements of a backpack….
….out here i can study wood in the elements of season and weather finish,
some of these trees i keep coming back for-to celebrate their many designs,
i have found that wood tells a very natural story due to the environs of place,
and all creation awaits the next chapter that comes from turning the page….
….how many have went in-to the woods to start by reading his-story of trees,
only to find a blank space after turning the page they hoped would bark a story,
from here comes the under-standing that to be over-standing one must write ahead,
writing be-comes a place where imagination connects with a picture of what is art….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/