Thursday, March 29, 2012

Spring melt

Walking in the forest amidst the winter storms' aftermath, a mosaic of wind-tossed trees, chaotic calculations of potential next steps. I look around, saw in hand. I search through snow. The cold feels good on my hands.

Monday, January 2, 2012

A knot

A simple space in time, a point that eyes move towards, I can feel my knfe dwelling upon a moment when it can move past or rest upont a know, to sheer or shift, slide past or flow over, flow around or flow through. I decide to flow through it, as if like a body squeezing itself through an only slightly opened door that is frozen because it has not moved in so long. The body the knife-blade entering a wondrous world beyond that moment.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

carving wood

Most likely, more wood has been carved by simple people seeking their own simple moments
than by all the professional carpenters in history....

Monday, September 26, 2011

The flow of seeking

Sometimes the shape first envisioned upon a piece of wood becomes transformed by a moment's glimpse of something there deep within the grain - a flow that takes my eyes into a new direction, where there is nothing planned, and nothing to be planned, as shades of potential begin to emerge as metal and skin seek shape upon the wood...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Leaves

I heard an interesting statement the other day: "There are about six million leaves on an average large oak tree..."

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Standing dead

I rode my bicycle far back down the trails, eventually saw a slope, set the bike down, started walking towards the setting sun and found a standing dead tree with an amazing branch very high up. I tried to push the tree over; it leaned into its neighboring tree. I'll leave it now to the strong autumn winds.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

softness, again

Even wood from the same tree hints of very different flows of grain, softness, inner design... And inner design can never really be anticipated. Within one branch I discovered a swirl of shadowed grain that eventually formed itself around the handle of a spoon - it led me to discover its shape as if holding my hand as we walked through a magical space of exploring our sense of time together...