Escaping a Brain Freezin’ MeltDown With WoodArt
....what you must understand is that here I am sitting this morning before this crazy computer screen and all these figures of dimensions on my desk….blueprints, sketch designs, numbers and more numbers, while I put together an order for an up and coming renovation. This is not the part of the job I like and so I am giving thanks that the numbers are all starting to finally come together.
It’s a rainy day here and as I take time to stare out my office window, there seems to be an abundance of grey skys and off and on rain….oh well.
So it’s time to take a time out, before I have a brain freezin’ meltdown….
....now this is better, as I start to focus in on the important and real things in life. Calling forth my imagination, I’m out the door and off to the wonder-full lands of wood, where sitting here at this rustic table is far better then at my desk….
....taking time, making time, forgetting about that old slave master called time….I can now stop and smell some fall flowers that are be-getting aromatic shades of color….after all it’s my world and my dream and I can do whatever I want….
....here’s a find I made last week, care to guess where….
....found this one in a woodpile. When-ever and where-ever I’m driving, my eyes are all-ways on the look for that piece of wood that is just waiting to be exposed or freed from certain death by one who cannot see. Blinded eyes create woodpiles and then I come along and free those woodpiles of ‘wood art’ just waiting to happen. So while my wife was busy talking to the lady of the house we had stopped at, so that I might inquire about some wood slabs, I meandered out back and found this one….
....so this past Sunday and Monday I started working on the wood. I have a some-what idea of where I’m going, and the spirit of this piece of wood and I seem to be in agreement, so we are working to-gether. Some hours to go yet and so this one will be a time out break for me, in the days ahead for in be-tween larger projects. After all it’s all about the wood….
I was just thinking that I should mention, maybe you should be not fast to invite me over to your house, if you have a woodpile….LOL
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/