Friday, 23 May 2008

bloody compooters

I have lost all internet connection,a problem with one of the phone companies or a lead somewhere.Either way I will not be on much till i get it sorted,hopefully this won't be to long.I am actually sitting in front of Dougs pooter at the moment,waiting for him to finish tea so we can go make some loud rock noises over the jam room.We have a gig in sandford on sunday night and a craft fair to exhibit at the same day.Dougs just said we need to be there at half nine in the morning,great!!?Bye for now be back as soon as possible


paul jessop said...

Paul,I was looking on the crafts council web site today about grants. I noticed that this years David Canter Memorial Fund grant is for artists working in wood. you have to apply before the end of September 2008
Grants £500 - £1000. funds for special projects. just thought you might want to explore.

doug fitch said...

Thanks alot paul.very interesting,will give them a shout.This is paul although I'm on Dougs pooter and so will come up as him.How confusing!

paul jessop said...

Paul, i did a tour of four churches the other weekend and in one graveyard was a very old Wooden Grave Stone, i'll take a better pic of it later today and send it to you. what a great Idea.

Becky said...

Hey, Paul :) Hope you'll be back soon. Hear you have some wonderful work to show & Imiss your words.

applewood lampshade


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

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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