My Zone of Wood Art
….art is the interpretation of what is before you, and therefore needs no-out-side influence to make it more then it is in this moment. The problem that many have with art is that it is all-ways regulated to some other plane of our existence, out-side the time-work of where we are now. Because the many see art as so ‘other’, these many lost souls to the world of art, will in-deed all-ways be seeking for art as if it is some-thing that is found in the so called great galleries of this world.
I have been around artists who can make those who come ‘to pick their brains’, feel as if they are not or beyond the world of art, but are in reality living within the zone of art that is all before them. This can be what I often talk about as the ‘great awakening’ and once an entity has participated in this moment, the seeking for art will be realized as what is before them. In times past I often separated my-self from my creator as if I was the creature of creation, which in turn only made me feel more separated and therefore I was running amuck in my world. This what I was taught from an early age….like when those (older and wiser?) told me it was time to grow up and so I needed to put away my colored pencils and get my head out of the sand or stop looking or dreaming of those far away clouds in the sky above. From where I now sit, I can only say that I am one within my creation and all that my eyes take in each and every new day are but my world of art. If one wants to go off on a tangent or even dares to….I might add that those….other’s….I see daily in my world of art, are in-turn seeing me whether they are awakened or not as is, in their world of art.
Art is all about giving and therefore keeps no-score with the un-holy acts of taking. Recently (for a good year) with my conditions of dis-ease that had moved into my body, I had a hard time giving and therefore be-came more at home with taking….which in turn lead to a more self-i-nature, which in turn led me to forget about the world of art. My art-your art-all art is not about the conditions that we place upon it, whether by limitation, finitude, parochial viewing, freedom, un-fettered viewing, but is an out-ward explosion of what is in-side us. Art does not just happen because my circumstances are ‘just right’ this moment and neither is it found only in times of my suffering or times of re-joy-i-singing….as if art needs to be invited to work at it’s owner’s request. At times the artist will go through those dark nights of the soul, but there must needs to be a calling back to who I really am in my world of art….and for me that is in the playing fields, forests and water-ways where I am found in my zone of ‘wood art’.
Working the wood for me is an epiphany of my discovery into the world (my world) of artistic muse. My limitations that I place on my-self are far below the un-limited possibilities that I can yet do. Last year at this time I was in a bad place concerning my body and health, and yet I had a wood show coming up, which I forced myself to go to rather than cancel. I remember thinking all during the show about my condition, would this be my last show (and I came to believing that it would be) due to limitations placed upon me now….and so in short this be-came a bad show (my worst show) for me. I now have a new show coming up this next weekend and I have replaced those self imposed limitations with thank-fullness and un-limited viewing into the possibilities of what can yet be….and with this type of attitude (remember that attitude is all about what be-comes altitude) I expect great altitude and response.
Now if any would wonder or even want to wander around in-side my head as to where my wood words and wood art are found, I’m afraid they would be much disappointed as I can only say that all I am about comes first from the woods. Having left the city ages ago….and never looking back I soon learned a new form of working the wood. Back then I either lived in the city or worked in the city and all my woodworking was about lines….since every-where I looked there were those lines. Out here it finally hit me one day that I was never going to meet a tree with straight lines and that my attempts at mangling the wood to create perfect lines was in a since no-thing short of my attempting to pre-form an abortion on the tree//wood to prevent the birth of what was all-ready written therein called character. My ideas on working the wood changed as I started listening to the trees and wood, as they had much to say about how there character should look.
….out here is where my inspiration comes from and much can be said for just forgetting the outside world and going into the woods….
….dreams are the works of the dream lords who sow the art, that after the art has been sown, are all-ways in place to those who will step out of their box and go work the wood to reap….
….how far can you stretch your mind….
….but then one could also say, how far can one empty their mind in order to see what is there for the; “who-so-ever let him come”!
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/