Holes….WoodWorking….and Wood Gathering Mode
I’ve been thinking lately about ‘holes’ and how they are used in my working of the ‘wood’. I had not noticed this trend until I started reviewing my photos here at LJ’s over the years. What seems to be coming out of this endeavor is that I use these holes as a point of ingress into my world of ‘wood art’.
I have all-ways talked about boxes and the need to get out of your box, so that one can be free to see-touch-feel-(and there is a difference, we first touch and then if the object of our touching is pleasant, we next proceed to feel)-smell-hear-taste-talk and out in the woods I will often talk and sing amongst the trees. This activity allows us to create first in our head and then in the wood it-self. That was until most recently when I realized that no-one can ever get out of their box, till the cover of the box has been un-veiled. Boxes are all around us and does one ever truly live outside their box//boxes, or are for-ever exchanging one box for a bigger box? Houses, cars, trucks, factories, the woods, stores, our daily news shows, the internet along with it’s web sites, thinking, religion, politics, marriage,....our woodworking and our wood shops….etc. All of these and all the more will and can be-come dead boxes where people just live and die full-fill their roll playing….until one-day the lid of their box is re-moved or un-veiled. All the world is a box….as I once removed the box of my wood shop and so exchanged it for a bigger box that was 360 degrees out-side, only to find I had just moved to a bigger box.
The holes that I find come in all four of the seasons and are a means of un-veiling, so that I might enter in-to a place where I am free to dream of the splendiferous accomplishments of working the wood, that will turn-out my ‘wood art’.
The following are just some of the holes that I have recorded here at LJ’s during my years of blogging….and yes, I’m sure that I have still missed many of them….:
….a new one taken yesterday (2010-04-14) that celebrates spring and it’s coming. This one is taken from in-side my kayak which I also use as an-other vehicle for and during ‘wood gathering mode’. I could tell stories so many of all the wood I have gathered over the years using a kayak and canoe and yes many of those stories I have re-corded here at LJ. All-ways looking for holes and so I enter in….
….one wood hole I used yesterday….
….remember to all-ways look up, there’s all-ways a special hole in the trees….
….in times of spring I find holes….
….this one was actually taken at the end of summer and getting reading for fall….
….again….towards the end of summer and watching for fall….
….is there a hole here, ah yes, the top of Mt. Washington….
….I found//find a hole in a wood piece in my wood shop….
….hole in the woods looking out….
….summer holes in the White Mountains, giving time to stop, relax and meditate….
….an-other hole above my wood shop (this actually is where I store and dry lumber) that often calls me to come and sit in silence….
….a winter time hole that was a place of un-veiling….
….driving up north with fall approaching I find a hole at the end of a covered bridge.…
….yes there is a hole right there in the center of the young pine….
….I even create holes as in this piece of walnut….
….for ‘things’ that need to fill those holes….
….some-times I even play with giving holes some extra color….
….holes invite enchantment….
….holes as found in the trunks of rotted trees that be-come homes for wasp nests….
….holes that invite me to look out as I sit in one of our cabins on the back enclosed deck, relaxing at the end of a hard days work….
….this hole comes from the yet to be sun-room of an-other cabin….
….forest holes after a new winter virgin snow gives permission to enter in….
….a hole in the trunk of a great oak that has gone dead, that I need to take down….
….ant holes on the drive-way out-side the barn….
….a wood hole in the trunk of an apple tree, in-side looking out-side….
….an-other hole in the trunk of that same cherry tree, this one showing the spalting in-side the trunk. This photo was also one of my first to be posted and blogged about here at LJ and how small we were back then….
….and so, since we started with the celebration of coming spring….I will now end for now with a place I like to go to in the winter. One more hole, which is an ice cave….plenty of wood thoughts in here.
Well that’s it for now and I did leave out many other holes, but then how many can I record? These are an example to wet your taste that you also might go forth and look for places of holes and the un-veiling of your box. I have found holes in the city….big city-small city, just as I find now holes in the country and in the forest of our woods. It makes no-difference to me or you, but we can all find holes out there that will lead us to wood. In the end I hope you enjoy this photo blog as much as I have….and this has in-deed been a labor of love. What I’m now wondering is; what does this say about who I am….and has this be-come a passion of love or a obsession of my own fantasy?
....to be continued:
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/