....going on a ‘walkabout’ through the untamed corridors of a mind freed to explore its own labyrinth….
I am constantly amazed by the workings of wood and the effect that wood has upon those who come in contact with it. This is the essence or what I like to call the ‘mystic of wood’ and as the wood wills, so also does it work to seek out and claim a sacrifice in the lives of those workers of wood, who therefore and thereafter ‘live wood’.
And what does it mean to live wood when our lives are filled with family, friends, play and work etc.? To live wood is to breathe wood, wood is always there in the mind and weather I am working the wood, dreaming the wood or admiring the wood, I am perpetually living under the spell of wood.
A Cutting of Wood
....away is where i go,
out in the woods is my place.
....there is none to go my place,
since by your love i’ve shed my face.
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/