Doldrums Complaisance and Working the Wood
....when a man//woman walks the walkabout,
where does the mind of one such as this,
get past the wall of memories that have been taught,
so that one can break free and waunder the horizons of time….
—-i am the outcome of what has been sealed up within a box,
till one day i saw that the box was only what other’s had dreamed up,
to keep me in my place of doldrums complaisance,
those dreams that often turned into the nightmares of chains….
—-which i carried around to produce as after their image,
of what can sell in the world of art and yet was not mine,
my-self was afraid to step out on my own with dreams of imagination,
to speak for my-self and say this is who i am so love me or hate my work….
—-one can never be free till one decides to walk after their own vision,
so create what is found within your own head,
keep silence while you are creating that image of a dream,
and let no-one ever take that dream from within your head….
So while out walking the other week, I started climbing up some ground in this forest of trees….
....till it was not long that through the trees….
....I heard the voice of this one who had been calling my name….
....beauty is this one in-deed, and here awaits one who asks for art….
....so soon I shall re-turn and take this one down….and back to my workshop, where we shall sit together….till our dreams be-come as one….
....why even out hear the widow maker’s take on an image of beauty….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/