"Rumblings of a Livid Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt #4: "Windows of Imagination"

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Blog entry by frank posted 03-30-2007 01:20 PM 1082 reads 0 times favorited 6 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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Windows of Imagination of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call ‘wood art’....

—-have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

—-come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

“Where do you get your imagination from” is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other’s and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

—-searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that’s easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; “come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; “where do you get your imagination from”? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains ‘no-time’ to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

—-we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….’take what you will-but use what you take’! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as ‘very good’....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….

....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome ‘wood art’....

Thank you all!

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 03-30-2007 05:52 PM

Thank you Frank.
That’s a beautiful stool also.

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN.

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#2 posted 03-30-2007 09:08 PM

I’ll come and sit awhile—just for the chance to chat, walk the woods, and touch that beautiful bench!!

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (

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#3 posted 03-31-2007 02:47 AM

Frank, I am touched by your eloquence. I truly enjoy your posts; I read them at least three times through each time catching something else that slipped by me the last time. You craft your words as well as you do your wood. Bless those hands that bring joy to the world, ease pain in the body and ache in the soul.

-- Greg - Charles Town, WV

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#4 posted 03-31-2007 05:50 AM

cool stool

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#5 posted 03-31-2007 12:24 PM

—-thanks everyone for your comments….

I probably should write up the story and post a project on this piece of ‘wood art’, just have not had the time yet, and then also I’ve been spending so much time outside.

It makes no difference to me as you can and are welcome to ‘see’ in my art whatever the piece of wood is calling out to you, but I will add that when I designed this piece of ‘wood art’ , what came out to me from the wood was a table….a writing table. I am in the process of now designing a rustic stump to accent this ‘rustic writing table’.

To those of you who have seen a stool here, well be blessed with a stool and also know that you are not the first, as many others at a show I recently showed this one at, have also called forth a stool. The main problem with this being a stool is that I did not design it to hold the weight of someone sitting on top and also the wood told me to utilize it’s body into a writing table….but then wood talking, well thats another story. Anyways as I said before, you are welcome to ‘see’ and ‘call’ this piece of art as you will, since art is all-ways open to the interpatation of the viewer.

—-yes Debbie; if you where to see this piece in person you would be most welcome to ‘touch’-’feel’ and ‘stroke’ the wood. As I tell folks, all that I make is made to be experienced by feeling the wood….I mean what good is a piece of wood if it does not cry out to be stroked. Many tell me that my wood is just like flesh and they will use words such as ‘sensual’ and ‘erotic’ go and figure that. But the truth is that I get quite a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction out of knowing that men and women just cannot keep their hands off of my ‘wood art’.

Thank you.

-- --frank, NH,

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#6 posted 03-31-2007 12:27 PM

this writing-table-wannabee does beg to be stroked.
I’m not sure how much writing I’d get done. I’d probably spend the first 5 min just admiring it, connecting with it, loving it.. then, maybe, just maybe I’d pick up a pen and paper

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (

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