....every woodworker is a story to tell—-a very good story, and as such his/her past, present and future is written by the projects of art that surround that artist….
The artist is the creation of the milieu that encircles ever around him and through his basic need to express, he thinks of himself as the author of ‘the art’. And so this process continues on in the chaotic corridors of mind, as the madness of always pre-forming drives one to ‘succedere’. This need/want to ‘succedere’ is the driving force that moves me along my path and does battle with those dragons found in the dreaded dark nights of soul, where I am seemingly taped out and fear that my dreams have all expired.
What is happening here is actually a good work when realized, just as when I one day understood that the ‘work’ I had so laboriously battled to bring forth, that I might claim authorship of this my creation, had in all reality authored me. We are taught that the artist creates the piece of art and this is his understanding of good or bad art, and so he wants to produce ‘good art’ and fears that someone may say ‘bad art’. We are taught and so we are bought out for a few shekels of gold, forever at the mercy of those who would critique us. ‘They have said’, there is ‘the arts’, ‘the artist’ and ‘the work’ and so I am allowed to participate in ‘the arts’ as long as I produce ‘good work’. And so I am always held in a place where I, should I, produce some ‘bad work’, then maybe I could be separated from ‘the arts’. Have you ever wondered who writes the rules of the game that we play by?
The ‘work’ and in my case, that piece of wood allowed me to continue thinking this way till one day as I sat in frustration before the piece of wood, ‘the work’ as I called it, said to me ….”you are my work”. Looking around I said , “what?”, and once again there came the voice saying, “you are my work and a very good work you are”. When the artist understands this he will from that day take a back seat to none, just as from that day onward he will find himself at the head of the class, as this is graduation day.
I will save the rest of the story for another writing except to say that this began my understanding that there is no separation, ‘the work’, ‘the artist’ and ‘the art’ are all one piece.
....every woodworker is a story to tell and as such I just ‘turn the page’ and write a new story….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/