....to be an artist, is to be a part of the chaotic madness that surrounds me. I have inherited the wind and my mind screams with delight at the all my heart can see, as I proceed to remove the shadow that hangs over the many who are yet captivated by lack of pure sunlight.
I am not a ‘copyright’ and therefore I can give myself away freely, knowing that as I have given, so also in likeness of manner that which is given shall yet return and attest to my well being of artistic expression….
While taking walks in the woods that surround me, there is at first a sense of ‘chaotic madness’ in the viewing of the forest in its different seasons of attire. In the fall and winter seasons the woods can seem to take on a form of undress, while soon coming is spring and summer when the trees become full dressed in all there glory. This is one of my many views of the ‘chaotic madness’ that chases after me as I walk, till the time comes when turning around I greet my adversary with a laugh and see the beauty of my madness gone by. What my eye sees as good, my heart feels by seeing and then comes that moment when my hands start dancing with wood.
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/