Friday, 28 March 2008

The whole idea of me doing one of these blogs is to get my work out there for people to see,poems that I have had on scraps of paper for ages or in bags in the shed,pictures that took years to do and more importantly for me to show my chairs and carvings to anyone who may be interested or know of an outlet for such work.Almost everything I have made is from well seasoned local (Devon) hardwoods.I use reclaimed where possible which has led to some of the timber used been very old .For example Oak and Elm timbers from old devon barn ,used for chairs and book shelves to inhabit the newly wooded conversion as a reminder of the old are at least 300 years old and the piece of oak for my recently finished carving rescued from a collapsed original part of a devon longhouse listed in the doomsday book could easily be twice that.
Good luck to my mate and fellow blogger Dougie with his wood fired slipware shows this weekend and next couple of weeks,the last firing looked amazing and he deserves to do brilliantly.
He is in fact one of the culprits for talking me into doing one of these things, Nice one!!
more about that another day, along with everything else.
With my daughters help and perhaps naively I have stuck photos of my creations written or sawn throughout this blog and will probably continue to do so.Is this the norm ?I dont know
if anyone does or cares let me know

2 comments:

doug fitch said...

Hey there
Welcome to the blogosphere, thanks for your good wishes
Rock and Daddy Roll

paul jessop said...

Hi Paul, good to see some pictures of your work. The addition of your poetry to our daily blogging will add a further dimension to our thoughts, we will either become more philosophical potters or just more screwed up!.


applewood lampshade

OLD

Its in the memory of birds this age
The post on which to perch to proclaim mornings glory
the spots of the past where the pickings are richest
the ancestors favourites ,the old places

Its in the roots of the trees this age
As they suck in the leaves as they fall
with some knowledge returning to earth to roots
to nature,to nurture, to be reborn

its in the stones the oldness
the mothers bones exposed less
where moss and lichens creeping hand paints steadily
and the birdsong is distant like fading memories

About Me

My photo
deepest, devon, United Kingdom
I don't know what I am but i know what i like.poetry, art and chipping at or joining together chunks of old wood,whilst listening to some good roots reggae or dub, world/folk music or blues all balanced by some good old punk rock.

solid oak post 3.5 feet high

rescued from collapsed original part of house in the dombseday book

I started with the natural bursts as eyes and soon got two faces

East,West Forwards and Back the green man is everywhere

The darker colours are the oxidisation of the exposed bits of outer timber over the many years

this piece took two months to carve.An allowance i made to myself for the first 2 months of this year.

which way to mordor