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Christ was a Carpenter
“The things I make may be for others, but how I
make them is for me.”--Tony Konovaloff.
I like to surround myself with things made from wood;
cabinets, tables & chairs, trunks, boxes, floors and
carved art. I take a small wooden sculpture or bowl
& stare at the grain, and run my fingers over their
polished sides--somehow feeling connected to the
dense forest, the steaming jungle, or even the desert
arroyos. Those who work with wood, whether to build
things or create art, are using primordial skills that
predate those who work with steel, iron, concrete or
I have a pair of woodworking friends.
One is a former student of mine who
fashions writing pens out of blocks of
imported or gathered wood. The other
carves tiny wooden vases & pots, like
furniture for Thumbelina, of every shape,
hollowed out, fitted with lids. He could
sell his carvings, but he prefers to give
them away as gifts for friends & family.
Both of them have outfitted
their own wood shop, with several
sizes and types of lathe, planers, and
fifty kinds of cutting, sanding, and polishing
tools. They both make out little hand--
written certificates, identifying the wood
used, its history and locale. They
were excited to show me how they
order exotic wood samples from
Africa, Europe, Asia, South America
and Australia from the internet.
While I was in Hawaii, I bought a couple hunks of wood
and carried them home for my artisan cronies. Politely
they both showed me less expensive samples on-line.
Trees create clean air,
then become lumber, crafts and
artful shelf huggers.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub