"Logged Off 'Wood Art' Treasure" --by RusticWoodArt

Logged Off ‘Wood Art’ Treasure

....silent and screaming at all of now,
i went far from those who tried to define me,
after all since i am my own definition,
why should i let other’s impose their stories upon me….

—-and over time i came to realize the need for being more,
more about being about my own artistic relevance to capturing art,
art is the purpose of style that co-inhabits with who i am,
played out after staying up for ages inside my head….

—-in history’s play upon the screen of terra life,
some called me names so as to give a boost after what had been,
and in the has been there arose a more mature beast,
to carry on through dark ages as if the art became the ages….

—-should i become what they said was the proper way to act,
as prophet-wisecracker-demon-god-seeker-hermit-misfit-infit,
and all around the lines of communication got much more corrupt,
corrupted visions-dreams-sculpture-art all got lost within the swirling turmoil….

—-till one day i realized that i had become the image of their definition,
and what i gave as art was all-ready society acceptable,
i who thought it was i who had interpreted my visions,
was shocked to find that i was only the creation of a laughing round table discussion….

—-i had called my art work gifts of instilled life,
packages of dreams that i sold for a pocket-full of change,
and now i saw that all was my living a lie of altered dimensions,
while i was the played out actor on a stage that danced to an all-ready critiqued review….

—-imagine my surprise while playing my part of artisan joker,
and the entourage of ‘comic cosmetic cosmic hucksters’ that followed me around,
when out of the blue the dark ages mirror was shattered before my face,
and i stood naked as a king who had no-kingdom before which to serve….

....tis better now since i broke that mirror that hid my face,
from before the awaking light that soon tumbled in upon eyes that had been blinded,
and so what that few understood what i was trying to say,
since in the finding of seeing eyesight i have taken the ages to darken my image….
—from Artisan Joker; by flp

Some will wonder as to where I often get those pieces that I use for beholden ‘wood art’....

....some come my my own woods, some are given to me by other’s who have a taste for what I see. And then yes, often in my journeys to out-bound lands, I will get of the beaten track and on a moments notice, turn my truck off the well traveled road and head into the ruts and gravel of dirt roods. This is especially true and this happens even more often in the years of late, since I have become an escapist of time. So it should surprise none that know me, when I tell of a secret garden of treasured wood that I found this last weekend while my wife and I were out driving up north.

I will leave the position of where I found this one at as un-disclosed, since who knows but that I may want to return some-time. I find and keep notes of these all-over the country….and have often found very good finds from when I go into populated cities. Knowing where to look is not so much of importance, as knowing what to see when one sees. An-other factor that plays of much importance here is also, being of the type of character that pays no-attention to time….or let me say it this way; ”being able to dump time and create eternal moments of now!”

When I leave that well traveled road and head into the ruts of dirt, it is the chase that gathers me and calls me to come away. I have went miles and miles into terrain that remains long after I am gone and often as at this site, I will be climbing only one way….up.

So after about thirty minutes of climb here is where the road ended, at this pile of logged off ‘wood art’ treasure….and to my way of seeing, this is a wooded pile of ‘wood art’. While my wife went off and followed a stream of clear running water, I started rooting around to make a find….and yes I did find one piece that called my name, for which I give thanks that I heard that call, from sometime ago down, down on that road below….

....well here’s the woodpile….

....and when I looked up behind to focus in, here is what I saw….

....turning around my eyes gasped and drank godlike at creation before mine eyes….

Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

rusticwoodman@gmail.com
http://frank.wordpress.com/

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”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”

-- --frank, NH, http://frank.wordpress.com/