A Brush Stroke of Illusion
....at end of day, when all my world has had it’s say, and now i am giving these places in my heart, a time to settle down for a good nights rest….
—-comes the longing crisp of a brushes breath,
and so i give the right to let the colors fly,
while painting this wood with sealing stealth,
where once again i impart a stop gap by and by….
—-wondering now i watch the dance,
as brush gives color streams of pigment gloss,
while who can tell of captured picture stance,
the what and how to where i am embossed….
....that was then! And so I took my writers license and jumped ahead in this story of some maple wood that screamed at me last evening….”I am ready!!!” So here is a picture to start the story off….I trained this brush to do the art work for me of sealing this end cut with some leftover acrylic paint and you should see this one go to work in the days of spring….
Yes that is what happens when one hangs around wood and trees and forest and bees, soon enough you find yourself as one who has left the comforts of established disarray and in so doing, I find my comfort as living in the outside box. I am living my life now on the outside cover of ‘written in wood’ and so it’s almost impossible to get me inside….and yes, by inside I mean, ‘inside my house’, ‘inside my workshop’ or any and all other’s of the ‘inside crowd’.
I arrived home last night around 5:30 and after having a bite to eat I grabed a pull saw and framing chisel to head out to the barn and practice some joinery studies. The truth is I didn’t really want to go inside the barn so I took an alternate route, which allowed my to pass by some wood that had been drying for three to four years outside. Well the next thing I know, is I hear this piece of maple screaming at me for attention, so walking over to inspect and see what all the noise is about, I soon understand that the maple wood is ready for debarking. Ha!....this is great I say to my-self since I’ll now pass the evening out here under a sky that radiates in all the goodness of three hundred and sixty degrees!
All I needed to do now was go inside and get my timber slick and move the wood to a dog that was close by, so here we are, timber slick, maple wood and I, all waiting to embark on some debarking….
....starting to curl back some bark….
....and some more peelings, closer up….
....and the answer is no, I have not been successful yet in my attempts to teach the slick how to do this on it’s own….
....another shot here of my magic brush taking a rest after doing the ‘painted sealer dance’....
And here’s a shot, I also took last evening from inside our house looking out to a cherry tree in the backyard. I apologize for not being able to get closer up, but I didn’t have the time to make it outside, so I went ahead and took the shot. In this picture there is a male Baltimore Oriole; ‘Icterus galbula’ eating an orange that my wife has placed on a branch….can you spot the him?
Tomorrow I will crop this picture and try to bring the ‘Icterus galbula’ in for a closer shot if any are still wondering. I’m going to also try today for an outside shot as yesterday in the morning we had two of them feeding here.
Now I’m ‘getting ready’ to get my gets and get outside!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/