Color that is felt, is in essence the pigments of shadowed hues brought to life, by an imaginative handwork, of the artist….
—-all creation awaits the expression of color, that the artist feels rising up within his//her makeup, and so when color explodes with strokes of warmth or coldness, there is the drawing or expelling of those who come to watch.
—-color was never created to just be watched, but to be felt!
—-it is in the feeling of color, that one’s spirit rises above the confines of a body and breaks free to gather the nutrients of ether, which in turn provide nourishment for ones own soul.
—-these hues of color that speak forth by the artist’s hand, will in turn be what captivates an audience of watchers.
—-wood is a perfect medium for the relative wavelengths of showing forth color hues, and in it’s proper environment, will draw forth praises of awe!
—-when the woodworking artist, feels his//her color in the wood, then comes their greatest moment of being able to write that color forth, which in turn will be individually interpreted by the watcher//receiver of color.
—-when viewing color, ask your-self what part of color is not being felt….and then understand that therein lies, what is yet to be experienced by your soul.
—-it was in my feeling of color, that I first gathered a spiritual understanding of my before beginnings make-up….
Never can get enough of color….
....colored pencils at work on wood….
....and inside of wood….
....color expressing it-self in flowers….
....which in turn color our thoughts….
....till it seems as if one is swimming in color….
....with the many given droplets of colored hues….
....can it be any wonder that my spirit knows no-confines and gathers all-ways upwards….
....and then there is my early morning ride this day….
....as colors captured my attention all around….
....swimming once again on the early morning sea of fog….
....even so all has to do, is find their window of color and step on through….
....and so once again I end with the color of wood….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/