The How To’s of Wood Are Only A Front For Who I Am
….how did i get here,
this land of hobbit hollows….
——and all that exists in-be-tween——
….my path is out front,
my life breathes the wood of art,
how can i ever stop….
While I am still in gathering mode this time of year, my life takes on many moments of solitude, where the only one around is me, my-self and I. This often leads to a lark, off into the many forms and boundaries that so surround my testament of an existence herein. Into this landscape of my full-ness I will now engage who-so-ever-will, to come along as we partake on a journey that starts with a kayak….
….the thrill that soon gathers speed as the taste of water reaches into one’s very own soul….
….I am caught in the reality of the moment, where such as these turn into water slides that carry me on. What I’m wondering is if any-one else can feel and taste the passion of this moment….
….stopping for a break, I take some time to look into the heart of a root system, so that I can see into a study of wood joints that in-deed hold all earth-bound. One might also notice what this birch has to deal with when the water is really running free and un-bridled. Some day who knows….but that I might just walk right off the face of the earth into the woods that bring me such peace, so if some-day you never hear from me again, just rest assured that I’m out here in a wood-working environment. You might even want to sit in silence and if you’ll listen real good, you may even hear the trees singing the song they taught me….an ode to the hobbit who lived in the world of RusticWoodArt….
….still finding those ‘story holes’ that open my box of stagnant thinking, to newer images that provoke my dreams to ever create more….
….back home I take a wood-working break and see-the-feel of an itch that comes as some-thing new and some-thing old start to break out of the confinements where they have been fermenting….
….and then it all clicks in one twinkling of the eye, as a new piece of wood art is at once born-again….
….two timbers as part of a timber frame, two old and golden chairs from back then, one old table top that I have just re-finished, ship-lapped pine boards rough side out and a new piece of wood art to high-light the old. More and more I have been studying objects of wood art that are in their original state of character and I have also been working on some bigger pieces that are more like hunks of trunks. I find that one can never settle into a routine of doing over what has all-ready been done, but must for-ever be moving on into new areas of what can be done with wood….
….all in all it has been a very good day at working the wood and so I hang my tool belt. With these tools I carve out my dreams by the sweat of my brow and the practiced hands of one who knows wood. My tools have after time taken on a character of their own….to the point that these now speak to my hands, that I might see more clearly….
….and what better way to end this story then with with where it all began….which in turn answers that original question of how I got here….and so how I have been blest in my life-time to be able to work for wood !
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/