meaning
While walking the grounds at parc Omega, we came across this bench. I didn’t have time to meditate on it too much at the time, so I grabbed a photo. Looking at the photo I wonder why I took it at such an angle when perhaps doing it another way would have been “prettier”.. ie. no picnic bench or tent in the background.
It is the bench I wanted .. why because of the detail and the craftsmanship. There were many carvings, for sure I will return to see them all again. I wondered how many artists had been employed, I know what a connection I get to a piece when working with wood. I an NOT good at it, but I love handling and getting to know the piece that I am working on. Over the years, I have realized that I prefer instant gratification .. i.e. I work with acrylics and not oils. The medium suits my temperament and style of expression.
Wood has a rhythm of dance that requires a different focus and attention. My tools are still waiting, some within reach, and always somewhere is apiece of wood… patiently waiting.
Things that happen to us all have meaning. Everything that happens to us, happens for a reason. Each and every occurrence is a chance for you to improve yourself.
Perfect Liberty 24,2019
Remember this piece, I found it while walking that day. I badly wanted to bring it home, my friends, encouraged me to leave it in its resting place. I did, I knew that it was my passion for collecting that was”itching”.. but a captured memory,, will make do. The little woodland charmer, will be there for someone else to enjoy.
We all see the world through our personal lenses, whatever you discover, and decide to do.. make it worthwhile. Everything in life has meaning!
Oyashikiri
Good morning everyone.. thinking to be smart, I thought I would take a picture of nothing (* wink) =^_*= I believe that nothing is always something.
Little rascal,
Can you see Nothing…
OK I have no idea, what I was thinking of when I did this, but it happened. Years later, I still don’t know what it was that drew me to put this “idea” together. Knowing I did it, always gave me pause. I thought to simply throw it out, yet it sat in the back garden for some time, a reminder that not everything I do, or come up with is “picture perfect”
At the time, I really liked the idea. The glove, the hand, I’m not sure, but it still might be out back too. We are cleaning up back there, it is time for a change. I know if they are there, it will be time to “let them go”
I remember putting this “character” into the old wood bird house, so he would be out of the elements. It is all overgrown now, but I saw through the branches that he is still there. It would require cutting away half of the evergreen now to get him out… so… he’ll get to stay. Actually maybe it was a she..
The garden guardians have come and gone, they tended and hosted the wildlife that used our land to travel safely through the urban sprawl. There is beauty in all that nature provides, and there is an unseen world around us that some of us see, and other’s don’t. Never-the-less, the world of imagination and fantasy never fails to capture our attention, when we listen to the wind whisper softly through the trees, or hear it howl when it is voicing discontent. This week we’ve heard the heavens bowling in celebration of a summer’s eve. the bowling balls landing with loud thunder as they rolled across the skies.
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on November 19, 2013