I'll share with you two stories. Each of them have a two versions, one for a romantics and another for a realists, becouse from neither of them i can not get rid of...
I - "MURMURING AND WHISPER"
If you know and love trees and woods, this version is for you...
First you should know that I myself consider all the nature as a person. One who is many, who is all, and whos tiny part also are we.
So, when you have a piece of wood that you planning to reshape, first you just look at it, knowing that wood will eventually speak to you, if you are willing to listen carefully.
Somewhere in those blocks, my woodgems are hiding, about which you'll get a picture at the end. Voices were quiet and hardly you even hear tham beneath all that layers that cover them. Seems like indistinctly murmuring, which become a whisper... But, as deeper you go, louder they become, untill all the layers ware rejected to expose the naked and beautyfull soul of the tree, whos piece you hold in your hands...
(On those pics below, we were still not much farther than a whisper.)
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When we are among the wood, you never know what you could expect. Sometime, everything going by plan. Often, still, you find or a interesting and unusual decoration or a problem, like wood-node, a wormhol or even rotten part. Especialy if you use a unknown piece of wood whic isn't from the store, and you have no idea how dry is it and in what conditions it was stored.
In depends of what you find when you cut it, you must decide about your further movements.
Since i speak to you from the perspective of recycling and improvisation, you should keep in mind that almoust every piece is usable, only if you are able to adjust to the circumstances.
(On the pictures below are my firewood pieces, roughly halved, and than sliced on a smaller parts.)
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There is also one shot of a saw i used, as i'm mentioned... The one who was almost killed me... ;)
Next story arriving soon, just after i take a little nap ;)
II - "THE TREE WHO WANTED TO BE A SUN" or "A GIFT FROM A FRIEND"
a) Once upon a time.... There was a tree, grew between the birch and chestnut trees in a park. It was so miserable that did not want to grow at all. In time, it is stopped even talk to other trees.
In the spring,it's saw the sun for a first time, and from that day looked only at it, wanting to become so shiny and yellow and forever leave the old park in wich was no place for him in any way.
Years are passing, the tree grew old and very tall. Men from the city decided to cut him down and build a fountain instead. People came, with a heavy machines, killed him, cut him to peaces, put them on their trucks in a hurry and left. But, near the hole, from where his roots are pulled, remain some branches - yellow as a sun.
(As you can see down here.)
b) Well, it was almous that way...
It was a tree from the "Futoski" park, near the Iodine spa, in Novi Sad (Vojvodina). Seems that the spa is really working, because that yellow is natural one.
Friend live in that neighborhood and often walks thru it. He collected this branch one day, without having an idea what to do with it. When i started to work on this collection, he gave it to me, on what i'm very gratefull.
(I put some pics down here, trying to convey how really "yellow"-yellow it is. Even my little companion agreed to pose, just to compare the color...)
Till the next post... :)