“A Rustic Way of Seeing”
....and so it is with my body in check, that i have opened the windows of my heavenly mind, where as i do so now, my imagination takes to the freedom of unsolicited thought and the freeways of unwavering time travel….
—-and what is this thing i call ‘unwavering time travel’, if not the epic journey of one who is heaven sent or hell bent, on reaching the artistic expression of creating ‘one of a kind’, as not after their own kind but the kind that i find in out of way places….
—-to some the art of rustic is the fear of undetermined ground rules, as if what will happen when this takes hold of me, and so i shall seek to staying by playing where there are others of like mind, just as i am comfortable in the traditions of all my elders….
—-i am the laughing dementia of a gaping fools mindset, where all my dreams are being played out across the canvas of fleshed out wood, while in this place of creating what the gods wrote in after taking notice, i am pulling forth as life to give a place for all that speaks of who i am—- “you are ‘RusticWoodArt’....”
I have been thinking about ‘rustic’ and what this means to me as in the creations of ‘wood art’ that draws me to create and gives me my artistic license for freedom of expression. I am a lover of the woods that surround me and so it is into these forests of living trees that I go, on a daily basis to see and hear what nature in all her beauty is waiting to speak. This lady is ever wanting to whisper into my ears the beauty of her wholesome character, that I have found within as I sit in the silence of her golden temples, where the trees have taught me, just as if I were one of their own.
It is with this in mind, that I will attempt over some time and thought in the coming days….weeks, to express a little of what ‘rustic’ means to me. This is by means no small feat, and as I am no expert, I will speak mainly for myself by giving some history as to where ‘rustic-wood-art’ has come from and why there are no ground rules to go by for the making of such.
It has been said; that “nature abhors a straight line”, by William Kent and as I look at my beginnings I also bear witness to this belief. Where can one go in the forest amongst the trees and see straight lines? Have you ever tracked an animal and followed a straight line? Why even the sunlight that streams down through the tree tops is bent and casting altered forms of shadows by the time that sunbeam hits ground level. Why right now as I write this, a large tom turkey is walking across the snow outside my window as he looks for food and yet the trail he leaves behind is one that wanders an un-straight line. To my way of thinking, nature not only abhors a straight line, but she cannot even think of such foolishness or even will herself to live that way.
Rustic or ‘tree art’ as some have originally called it, first came to us from England. It is from this taste for tree art, that had it’s beginnings in the eighteenth century, along with many other styles at the same time, that bent and twisted, twiggy tree art has come forth. Tree furniture and the garden ordainments that came with it first started showing up on the landscape of Europe by the 1740’s and it is from this that I borrow a picture from, A New Book of Chinese Designs, published in 1754.
....’chinoiserie’ as seen and expressed in the art form of garden furniture….
Please note that a lot of what I write about comes from a study in nature, as taught to me by nature herself and many of the pictures that I post will be coming also from a wonderful book on rustic furniture, “Adirondack Furniture and the Rustic Tradition” by Craig Gilborn. This is a book that I have read and re-read many times along with many others in my pursuit of rustic and the ‘wood art’ that comes to me out of the forest of trees.
....to be continued….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/