|Project by Stonetimber||posted 02-26-2011 07:57 PM||1413 views||3 times favorited||3 comments|
Working the wood with chisel and knife
Driven by a vision he is distracted not
The forest becomes his sketch pad
He tenders wonderment and ah, stirred by inspiration.
And in turn from beneath the folds of pulp and grain
The wood gives up it’s secrets.
A form takes shape !
Arms of alder, ribs of rose.
Once thouht dead are intwined only to arrive in a new dimension
Lifeless, yet shrouded in spirit.
Coaxed from the dust and sweat with forceful care.
Whats gathered from the forest floor becomes a chair !