”BE Art-Full Art”
....and so the journey goes on as i continue my knocking-knot-knock at this my place of being, the incessant and perpetual gnawing in the root of this my tree trunk frame….
—-just stop and look at me now, where i am going is not from where i have been, just as i am not the one i thought myself to be when i started out on this holy pilgrimage carrying my wood piece alms, as i searched for a temple that i might give my wooden relics to….
—-wooden relics of a rustic i am relic spirit, as i continue this ongoing exploration into the outer regions of cryptic forests of wooden art works, where the art-forms of wood often ignite my imagination that sends me screaming as one who must now enter in to ‘the process’ where i am once again swallowed up by that which is greater then me….
—-i once was a player of wood music where i strummed the machines and hand tools that where all too ready to make themselves known to me, as they soothed this my heady bursts of a mind mastered woodworker, who was filling time-in-space-of-place and producing wood offerings that gave the priests of elites much sensual satisfaction, as they carried on their arts of collecting what they called only the best….
—-and now i laugh at all the ‘this has said crowd’ has deemed as being fit-fully freight-full art, since in all the working of wood classifications that i have known, from amateur to professional, woodworker, craftsman and artist there was the all-ways sense that they wanted to separate and therefore by their being able to separate they kept the special anointing for the special and chosen few who if you played their game, then one day you might be allowed to be called as one of us….
—-and so one day i blasphemed their name as art critics, as fakes is what they are and who can stomach the after taste that had sought to settle in me till i said enough of this working in their pig-pen slop halls, ’i can do’, ’i can do better then this’, as i said so shall i re-turn to the house of my father who will call me his own, i am my father’s greatest work of art and in the halls of his house all my works are ‘very good’, so i dropped the all of working at ‘wannabe’ and what i dropped was never really ever, as i now understood that NOW, ”i am the ‘be’ art-full art of all my wood….”
”An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.” —by James McNeil Whistler
”The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” —by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
”I shut my eyes in order to see.” —by Paul Gauguin
”It is the creative potential itself in human beings that is the image of God.” —by Mary Daly
”Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” —by Henry Ward Beecher
”I am an artist – I am here to live out loud.” —by Emile Zola
”Art will remain the most astonishing activity of mankind born out of struggle between wisdom and madness, between dream and reality in our mind.” —by Magdalena Abakanowicz
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/