Looking at Jonke
....and so i went walking in search of some jonke,
that there word of middle age time frame of mind,
and what i found was not some more latin names for juncus,
but what i searched for was before mine eyes all-ready as ‘junk art’....
—-one can get so lost in the definitions that are imposed upon us,
till it seems that our mind just can-not shake free and see,
those boxes are ever around to drown the imagination of mind,
while other’s pray to keep the heavens closed and mortals in chains….
—-it makes no-difference whether i work with wood or souls of men,
the stories i write are designed to let the souls of both go free,
and many are they who just shake their heads in dis-belief,
to wonder about this one who asks only for the grace to say thanks….
—-when working with wood i know that godspeed walks with me,
while talking with men i ask that all have grace to be free,
where walking for the looking of what some call junk,
i have seen the beauties of rustic spirits called junkets of jubilee….
—-the one who gathers treasure of junk has the eyes of god,
those fingers that work the articles of junk are patience of years un-told,
not as recycled but in the stories we live as works of new creations,
till at some future reference out of time i can say thanks in-deed,
....and so an artist went a walking to find some piece to place in-side,
imagination is a strange partner to pull a chair up along be-side,
till in my union of artful waundering i saw an aborning coming along-side,
this work of art-full ‘wood art’ had no place to live except as out-side….
And so these are lessons on creativity and notes on the subject of what it means to be inspired. And let me go on to add that this is not the only way….it just happens to be my way, according to the workings within my head. Imagination spreads her wings and takes to flight, while inspiration rides within her bowels waiting to be brought forth as an egg that can then be nurtured till the moment of reckoning. Some have asked me and, then there is all-ways the long running debate on; “whats the difference between the craftsman and the artisan….?” Books have been penned on this subject, talks and courses in our higher levels of education are given, debates are nurtured with the ever so many various degrees of opinions, while the answer can be made made very clear through a simple test of one’s senses.
Take one or many of equal number….of artisans and craftsmen into the alley-ways of their social environment. Now this can be done in the big//small city, in the backyards of suburbia, in the heart of the mid-west….east coast….west coast, be it desert, mountains, waterways, forests, sidewalks and street-walks, schools of learning at all levels and in play-room….class-room….lab-room and field-room; etc. Now once there, tell them to create and here’s the dividing asunder of the two….artisan//craftsman. The artisan will start creating right there on the spot….while the craftsman will start gathering right there to take back to their shop. What I’m saying is that for the artisan, all the world is his//her gallery and art is found all around, while for the craftsman, his//her shop is the place of assembly and then comes the time of introducing the piece into a gallery. The artisan knows the piece as art when first seen and it all-ways is art, while the craftsman has a hard time calling the piece art, since it came out of the shop. If you don’t believe me….then why not today, tomorrow or as soon as possible go and try this out for yourself. Just remember, when your creating ‘junk art’ in that alley-way and folks are passing by….can you finish your art and then walk away….knowing there will all-ways be more, or will you be the one who gathers and takes back to work in the safety of a shop?
And so as I was saying an artist went walking, only to find his dream-walking creative shoes….
....while many are the characters in this play of age, such as these from last years brussel sprouts crop. Now remember that this is only an insight into how an article of creative imagery is born within a mind….
....I do believe I see a rustic serving tray….
....beauty is the art of be-holding, just as this one is held close to heart by ‘branch joinery’....
Well the creation of ‘wood art’ was//is born, while from my next place of sight, my vision got a-hold of my hands and laying my camera down….I started an-other piece of what shall be called ‘junk art jubilee’. I’m happy to say I must have passed the test since I did not have to gather and take any-thing back to my shop for this project, all-though I will add that I’m still finishing up.
Jonke; jonk First recorded in 1353, the word meant “an old cable or rope.”
Juncus; juncus “from L. juncus “rush, reed.”
Junk; junk ....and you decide….
....to be continued at: All I See Is No-Junk!
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/