A large English Walnut bowl. Full bark inclusion on the live edge, and one large crack. This tree came from my neighbors yard. My work is a reflection on the equanimity of life. Learning to accept the good and the bad. The wood I use is all discarded wood. Fallen trees from neighbors’ yards, dead logs, often things I find on the side of the road. I’ve learned to find meaning in (and now make a point of leaving) the cracks and the holes in each piece. I’ve found incredible beauty, value, and worth in the discarded. The pain and suffering of life is reflected back at us in the cracks and holes found in the wood and through its acceptance, we find great healing.
As we go through life we begin to see and understand a bigger meaning: It’s the pain alongside the happiness, (or the imperfections alongside the pure grain) that lend life it's truest beauty.
A large English Walnut bowl. Full bark inclusion on the live edge, and one large crack. This tree came from my neighbors yard. My work is a reflection on the equanimity of life. Learning to accept the good and the bad. The wood I use is all discarded wood. Fallen trees from neighbors’ yards, dead logs, often things I find on the side of the road. I’ve learned to find meaning in (and now make a point of leaving) the cracks and the holes in each piece. I’ve found incredible beauty, value, and worth in the discarded. The pain and suffering of life is reflected back at us in the cracks and holes found in the wood and through its acceptance, we find great healing.
As we go through life we begin to see and understand a bigger meaning: It’s the pain alongside the happiness, (or the imperfections alongside the pure grain) that lend life it's truest beauty.
