Waunderin’ Characters of Wood
....my time is the culmination of the work of a universe,
where were it not for others of me singing verse,
i might even think that i was the only teller of rhyme,
but as so often happens to actors in fields of mime,
—-words fade and my hands give in to waunderin’ characters of wood….
So put your mind boots of imagination on and here we go once again, in the dusk of a fading sun, into the throes of cacoethes….
....’throes of cacoethes’....WOW! ’An itch for doing some-thing’, hows that for a definition….hmmm, I think I finally found my right-full place, I’m an ‘itch ’.
Funny thing is, I never can stop this ‘itch that drives me….all-ways wanting to do more and never enough time on my hands to get enough or feel that I have time to stop. My mind creates when I sleep and then upon awakening, I’m all juiced up to go forth into the breaking dawn of a new day. But wait….hold on just a minute here, I thought this writing was about “the dusk of a fading sun” and so it is.
So last evening, as the sun was going down and evening shadows were creeping in to pay their respects upon the living, their shadows found me out back and up in front of my barn. I had been working mostly outside yesterday and though it was starting to get late….’the itch’ came and said lets do some more….
....so ‘snaffling’ my camera, I was captured by these shadows that were falling across the land. Being captured by shadows can be an intoxicating drink if one has a stomach for a six pack of imagination….
....and yes, we’re still holding onto some color up here, as the oaks are declaring their yellows across the landscape….
....and then I turned around and this image is what caught my eye. I often ask other’s, when was the last time you had time to dream upon a cloud….to walk up there on the canopy of an-other place. Shadows come and go, just as the sun rises and sets….but to the pure in heart that walk upon clouds, these also shall inherit the wind….
....well time to go inside the barn and do some evening hours of working at ‘wood art’. Oh yes, here’s one I keep on my workbench, that over the years has become of friend of mine….all-ways a builder I ever am….
....well here we are at one I was working on last night and maybe….just maybe I’ll finish this one soon. First cut this one back around 2001 and then I had to let it dry some, before I could start caving out the inside. One thing wood has taught me is patience….patience in having time to pass years as I seek to connect with the characters that are in the wood….
....’wood art’ is something that moves at a pace different from when I do traditional furniture and cabinets. ‘Wood art’ is all about the ‘waunderin’ characters of wood’ that I find within and is therefore the essence of what the piece of wood is all about. And so over time, I have learned to not get caught up in the years that roll by….I mean lets face reality here, this piece of wood came before I did to earth and will be here long after I’m gone….so why sweat the small stuff such as being impatient with years? Well after de-barking and drying, I used some timber frame chisels to rough out the insides, and then cut a section out. Next I’m working on the insides now, getting a good fit and then I’ll make some wooden hinges to attach the sections to-gether….plus the work I’m doing on finishing up the insides for smoothness with various gouges….
....notice the outside ‘skin’ texture on the wood? I’m thinking about leaving the outside texture on this piece and going for smoothness on the inside. And while we’re at it here creating, I notice that we still are catching those shadows that have followed me inside to my workspace here….
” Walk through your days as a creature with folded wings, conscious
of the possession of another element and your ability to enter it.” —by Stewart Edward White and from With Folded Wings
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/