….standing tall I am,
last of wood gods lends it’s-self,
free form wood bench leg….
Have you ever pondered how that all wood working—wood art has to start some-where….and so I listened in silence till the wood starts talking. All wood has a story to tell if one can just take the time to listen. Should I live a life-time over again….I will never get over or past telling those tales that come my way by wood. Once my eye of imagination has connected with a story as told by wood, my hands start creating….and only then can I create a labor of love in the grains of wood.
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/