Sultry Beaut Comes Home
….the radiant splendor of your golden glow,
is but the warmness that comes with seeing,
and as i looked upon this kindness of a being,
their was the goodness of hearing you speak….
”—-many where the ages gone by,
while never asking the question why,
and all to often my heart can only sigh,
till i saw in your eyes the strength to cry….
—-my finding expression is the knowing that all is well,
since to this shore of freedom i have come to find my place,
and then i was granted a time of unblemished sandy rest,
till other’s came and saw that i was made of sultry beaut….
—-extolling the virtues of my ingrained woody textures,
these saintly ones took me in and gave me accolade,
it was there that i became acquainted with the sounds of godly laughter,
and in the ages of months as years over times of silent thanks….
....there was the knowing of having not met my other half as of yet….
—-and so that was until i gazed into your eyes of silent understanding,
as you looked i felt your heart gasp with mine of lovers who have met,
your hands were calloused as you searched me out for inward strength,
but in that moment of oneness we became the start of some new ‘wood art’....”
I have some friends who have come up here by way of Florida, and last weekend they brought me this piece of driftwood that was found on the beach down there after Hurricane Ivan. In my talks with folks, I am often successful in communicating my sense of what I look for in wood, and then comes those words I long to hear; ” I have a piece of wood that is ready for what you do!” And often enough there are some good pieces of wood that I get this way, but seldom is the connection so strong as when I laid eyes on this piece.
I have this one sitting in our den//living room and I have not been able to take my eyes or hands off of it, after these friends brought it to me this past weekend. I believe this was no small parting for them either, as they had grown quite attached to the wood, but then they also came to know that their time was only for a season. So the parting was completed and my joy is now finding release, in the beauty of this wonder-full piece of wood. Thank you Ivan!
I have already started trying out some sandpaper grits and being careful in this area, since the wood also bears many marks of ‘character cracking’ that have come from the wood drying out….and I want to save these marks of character. I will test many areas before starting ‘the process’.
....ah, the beauty of wood….
....free standing and full of wood stories that comes from riding an ocean of waves….
....my eyes give thanks for all you are….
....as looking into the depths of where i dwell….
....and dream with me of ‘freeform’ sculptured ‘wood art’....
Spring time is a time or art-full wood dreaming, as I now prepare and gather these many imaginations of dreams, that surround them-selves around me, for the start of an-other new season!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/