....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….
—-and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….
—-these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, “job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities”, so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their ‘do-nots’ on the playing fields of other’s dreams….
—-”cast ye off….”, i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer’s of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….
—-knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of “we never understand….”
—-and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein (1879 – 1955)
And there we have it, ‘imagination’....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other’s do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.
“Where do you get your imagination from” is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.
Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.
....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….
Have a ‘very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/