Who Lights the Fire that Burns from Yonder Tree?
....shifting shadows in this my woodworking world, are but the lines that write themselves over the grey in-filling that passes it’s time within the scope of my head, as i imagine what there would be without the mornings sun to move me along this slope of granite grey, till i am dissolved amongst the many other apex’s of radial turning with all due respect to time within the box….
—-time within that box of massive striving to get the approval of other’s, which could then be felt as i juggled my work according to the jiggling of the coins within my pocket of a bank statement, and what if there comes one along who can move the wares faster then i, what if this—what if that—-all are what if’s in this story of life….
....or are they?
—-and so then i came to the place where time dissolved for my existence, according to the rules of those who thought to impress by gathering other’s to continue in what they called a time honored way, and finding myself free from all their stories of inherited need to first play by their rules, i threw the books away and went off by myself and learned the way of trees….
—-beauty is written deep within the soul of those trees, and from this heart of wood it was not long till i found there was no box to contain me, except for what i had once listened too as i looked at those who told me they had some-thing to pass along in a time honored way, and so my box passed the way of all useless studies in abstract what if’s along the path of my way….
....what i now gather is the essence of the tree as written within the wood in the completed full-ness of ‘wood art’, and by the words of wood i can now fill the inhabited workspaces of those who care not for old traditions of passed along wood pieces, these are now the future showings of out-sized woody word branchlets worn around the seers of eye-sighted imaginations, who in passing toss off what has been before coming to the way of spirits of wood….and:
—-have given away, that which is not for sale….
—-and in this way have reaped the more for gathering from the richness of finding that you can never extinguish the fire that burns from yonder tree….
...after all, who lights the fire that burns from yonder tree?
Imagined conversations within this imagination that takes place within my head as I am extolled upon the landscape of canvassed landscapes….and if you should ever come upon one such as this one, while walking through the woods….rest assured that he can tell you the story of ’who lights the fire that burns from yonder tree ’....
....and an-other imagined word of wood project that was ‘turned’ within and upon the lathe of my mind before being hand carved with gouges, hand cut and hand sanded….now when I do a show, I fill this one with peppermint sweets and reap the benefits of talking to future prospects….this one was taken before finishing with tung oil….
....and then there are ‘wood buttons’, which I use for….such as ‘door pulls’ on cabinet doors of rustic cabinets and hutches….and fine little pieces of wood sculpture….I really do give my ideas away as I have found that what I give out freely….an over abundance of more comes back….
....after all, imagination and ideas are never open to keeping or selling, since they truly are free and run the airways of how much, how far do you see…so the next time you want inspiration, go and open your mind, while imagination will take you on a divine gathering trip into the ethers of all you all-ready have….
Enjoy and thank you.
”....my imagination takes a seat to no-one, as i am adrift upon the inspirations of the universe, and in my counting of universe’s i found many more in-spirit-at-i-on’s of ‘wood art’, while looking past those times of still trying to de-fine-re-fine-en-shrine so as to write some rules and play catch up….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/