Monday, 21 April 2008

Tomorrows nearly here and work can progress,thank the gods.
Love the kids as i do Them all back at school will be great.
I feel quality shed time coming on, with the doors open and the birdsong blowing through,cant wait!.
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2 comments:

Becky said...

Sounds a bit like heaven to me. Enjoy!

22 April 2008 at 07:09
paul said...

It felt like it when the 4th grade of sanding had been finished and the oil ready to brush on to bring it to life.Always my favourite time

22 April 2008 at 15:02

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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

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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