”Pulchritudinous Wood Art”
....i am the art of the wood, just as this piece of wood is beautifully free formed, so also by the sentiment of the wood i am formed free, since from my earliest remembering i all-ways knew my-self to be art….
—-”i all-ways knew my-self to be art”, and so i listen as this piece of apple trunk-ed wood starts speaking about it’s history and how it has lived on the land, all the the many folks that have come and gone, passing time as they have passed before this ones eyes and the wisdom of stories that this one can tell for those who are willing to listen….
I cut this dis-eased apple down four years ago as it was living out of it’s last days and looking for a new beginning. Diseased with dis-ease and split hollow, but still I saw that here, there was yet much hallow ‘wood art’. This ones been drying out and developing a newness of fine clarity of character, since what time has written within this piece of wood is now waiting to come forth in pulchritudinous.
Ah yes, ‘pulchritudinous’; now there’s a word you can wrap your teeth around and chew on, it won’t cause any to have ‘bouts of mouth or throat cancer, can never be construed with dirty chews of cuss words and will enlighten anyone who passes by with a new found taste of a godly good word.
Thinking of pulchritudinous and how this word, this apple trunk and also an-other one named Lazarus have much in common right now as the words and thought think of all this is shifting and passing through my head. We are told that there was once a man named Lazarus, who ended up spending some time, dis-eased within the confines of a cave likened tomb till he heard words such as….”Lazarus come forth!” Given a second chance at life, here is one who I’m sure from that day on lived in the pulchritudinous nature of character of a godly good word! And so it will yet be for this apple trunk who has lived in dis-ease and de-cay till one day he/she heard the master calling….”come forth an be as pulchritudinous ‘wood art’. And therin is found the riddle, who found who….did I call first or did this apple wood first call my name and I heard?
I will be taking this one inside soon so it can finish drying out. There inside my shop, I will also spend some quality of sitting time in silence, waiting to hear what this one tells me of the art that is within, and of the longing that waits to come out.
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/