Wood and I….Sculpture
….while walking down the isles of life’s design,
i was roiled enough to loose my way on a walk-about,
the forest and trees no-longer fed this hunger within,
and for days becoming years my dreams died as inaesthetic….
….that was in-deed the hole i dug until i had no-strength dig deeper,
what came next was confronting my dragon and refusing his lies any-more,
so i went back to the woods fearing to hope and believe what i might find,
what i found was that whether i failed or succeeded that choice was not mine,
….life and i plus wood cannot ever truly be taken away unless i let my dreams go,
so i set my eyes on some wood and started hearing the wood as it told a story,
the story took me back too times past when men sculptured the wood by hand,
next i took a piece of maple burl and cut off a log sitting out in my log station….
….now again i have started getting my passion for wood back after two years plus,
this silence of my being is one i don’t call bad or good as it has just been where ‘i am’,
my working the wood and sculpture is firmly set in my mind till my body brings closure,
wood sculpture will resurrect my mind-my body will resurrect by liver transplant or death,
—-this is the story that the wood told me—-
So what ‘pray tell’ has all these words been speaking about up until this point, while gleaning some wisdom for now and any now’s to come. Lets take a fresh look at the cut burl, refusing to be led amiss by time and; ’’well it’s just a piece of wood’’. How many times have I said this, only to miss out on the beauty that has all-ready been written within the wood.
Beauty only gives her-self to one who willing to take all she is! What about the times we take beauty for what is be-holden on the out-side, and never probing beneath her surface….till we are often disappointed with what we have received? This burl was hand cut with a chain saw and then just sat waiting her time which brings out an-other side of beauty, she is patient never demanding her way or feeling the need to be right. I can remember how I dealt with ‘situation control’, before liver disease showed me who was really in control. She knows that her life has now been placed in my hands and soon will come the knife, chisel, gouge too sculpture a new image. In all of this we shall yet also learn some of what beauty can teach us as I sculpture a ‘wooden beauty’.
Next on my blog story in this series, I will turn the wood around and we shall see if there be any beauty in-side….? As I start getting more involved in this sculpture, the pictures will start showing more of the tools I am using and their purpose for this work of art. We shall also be viewing how the wood takes on a new life of it’s own….which I can only hope also be-comes my story, when one day I get a second chance at life!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/