Parabolic Works of ‘Wood Art’
....today is my moment of now,
like where was yesterday when all is past,
and what be-comes of foresight in tommorow,
is but a shadow of finding past….
—-so once again i go ahead.
....who plows a furrow with their head stuck in some frown,
and what gives those other’s right to say follow this way,
tis no-small thing to walk behind the footsteps of some ridiculous king,
like now i tend to know that all was for their pleasurable gain….
—-so one more time i push my course.
....like walking out from under the shadow again,
when ’ what if ’ starts screaming my way,
and all these chamfer’s are routed in fallacious manner,
forging still i push these thoughts of failure to a necropolis of agone….
—-still walking i start to run.
....neil and crazy horse had it right,
“it’s better to burn out,
then it is to rust”,
like now comes the urgency in my spirit….
—-running now i present these parabolic works of ‘wood art’.
And so it was just the other morning, while rooting around in the barn cellar, that I came across some of these here, which present a different light on many thoughts….
....and so yes, I found this sign some years ago at a barn sell, you know….driving down the road on a Saturday morning and there’s a sign…..so I turned in. I haven’t figured out what to do with it yet, so it sets waiting for what, if and when. This one never says any-thing to me as of yet, but I’m sure there are stories to tell, so for now the sign just sleeps surrounded in good company with oak slab, pine timbers and an old barn door I also recued from an old barn….and so the shadows are all splayed out, for any who pass this way….
....hollowed maple, that I saved after finding these at the side of the road, where they had been left by a road crew bent on cleaning the air-space for telephone lines. The pile has been slowly declining over the years as ever so often one will say my name and grab my attention….and so these also pass their days just sleeping and dreaming of what shall yet be….
....now this one is what I call a busy piece of ‘wood joinery’....no-glue, no-nails, no-screws, no-spikes and no-mechanical fasteners except for the ‘wooden tree nails’, which I fashioned out of white oak. A busy place in-deed….first there is the supporting timber running up, which amounts to a 10’‘x10’‘x14’ in height beam, cut from pine. This one has a lot of responsibility to maintain here as there are many joints going in and out….this is post and beam at it’s best. First of all there is two mortises cut into the timber to handle two tenons, that’s one tenon apiece for the beams coming across there on each side. My barn is 49’ wide, so the beams hit the supporting timber midway and are pegged in place. Next there is the shoulder cut into the supporting beam, which then supports a ‘summer beam’ coming across the length of the barn for 30’ and yes, the summer beam’ is a 12’‘x12’‘x30’ long piece of hemlock. This ‘wood joint’ here forms what is called one side and one part of a ‘bent’ in an ‘English Barn’, so that on the top side of the first floor of my barn their is also a ‘gunstock post that continues running up to form more of the ‘bent’. This gunstock post has a tenon cut that extends into a mortise of the two beams running the length of the barn, that in turn are mortised into the tenon of the supporting beam. So lets count the wood joints here being maintained by one beam….how many do you get? Also you might note the floor joist that are half lapped into the ‘summer beam’ there, again there are two sizes….on the left the joist is hemlock at 4’‘x4’’, while on the right the joists are 5’‘x6’’. Why the difference, well….the third bay of this barn is also timber framed to support the added weight of farm vehicles being driven in and out, so hence the need for larger floor joists and yes, this barn is a four bay ‘English Barn’. Is anybody confused yet, well it’s really all very simple once you start….
....stepping outside now to an-other structure I see more ‘wood art’....
....’wood art’ surrounds me….
....hey, here’s an-other one, still in ‘the process….
....and so I now must go, but what would art be without this….
”....if art is to be maintained, there needs to be a pattern of daily inspiration that comes away from other’s, and so the artist though living in this world, must also needs to dwell richly within the depths of own-self….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/