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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
 

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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
and God bless YOUR imagination, Frank!
YOU are a gift.
 

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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
Thank you for that, great words to start the day with.
 

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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
Frank, your "essays" remind me of Thoreau and Emerson, two of my heroes. Thank you for putting these thoughts up here for us to read and reflect upon.
 

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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
I hope that you will publish these in a book one day so all the world can enjoy your words of wisdom. Thanks, Frank.
 

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"Art-Full Imagination" --by RusticWoodArt

"Art-Full Imagination"

....and so just as my hands where finding a place of rest, from the duties of my gouging tool, my mind opened up and swallowed a look of forlorn desire, as my eyes laid hold upon this thing i had hoped to call art….

--and what is art unless one has sat in the dung heap of job, where with saintly satisfaction gone the way of passing nodes of ashes gone knotty grey, i have once again become the sounding gong of wood songs greatest orchestral strife, while far out from the passing darkness i beheld a knightly crusade of come-overs all bent on sacrifice….

--these are the ones who have followed me till now they stand before me with smiles of i told you so, "job had riches and job lost his head as many do on this stage of make do wood-wright abilities", so i gave a damn for that which drives a soul to so imbibe a thoughtless thought and pass that along, where men make way to inscribe their 'do-nots' on the playing fields of other's dreams….

--"cast ye off….", i said to these who had tried to stand before the likes of me, i pity you for how useless you have become you infringer's of waste places all coded in tabs of unified labels, where souls are pick-pocketed of dream imagery culled from the depths of the heart….

--knowing now what i knew not then, i have lifted my art of art-full seeing right out of the dung heap of despair, where with joy i blessed my yesterdays of clouded-shrouded hidden mountain tops, all the while giving thanks for those who sought to put me off by sayings of "we never understand…."

--and what is there to understand to one who walks with the sounds of opened heavens, why out there in those woods there remains more then any eye could ever tell a mouth to see, just as in the particles of wood chip in-grained saw toothed butt ends, i have lived my life on the beauty of a live edge slab of wood….

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

And there we have it, 'imagination'....IMAGINATION is a wonder-full gift given to any who would take the time and discover it. With imagination one is never left to the brambles of doing things according to the entanglement of others and following the path that leads with the many. Imagination will cause one to leave off carving as the other's do and will cause one to go instead with a sculpture of infinite seeing that comes from the pit of ones own hand hewn cistern.

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me and even this past weekend was no different. Having just finished a show, it is surprising how many times this question is presented to me as folks are asking where comes this water font of abundant seeing. What amazes me more though, is that after I give an answer, the many will all too soon forget and move back into the safety of the multitude.

Imagination is open to all and since this gift is not free….be sure that it will cost you everything to keep! Imagination is where the artist is found in the artisan galleries of mind over matter as his//her spirit is speed-seeded up to play in rapturous fields of god given delight.

....to be at some future reference, in time and space continued….

Have a 'very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
--thank you for all your comments!
And if I said anything that brought a sigh of goodness, then may it be that you only heard your spirit giving a laugh of remembered joy-full-ness….

GODSPEED,
Frank
 

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"Gifted Imaginations"

"Gifted Imaginations"

....imagination is the fruit of seeing beyond the point of where other's stop and wait, the place we all come to when reality calls out and warns us, that to proceed on in the face of what we have been told, will most assuredly lead us to fall off the face of the earth….

--"i say to you and have you not heard that the world is flat", to go on this way is only a fools drunken walk, and what of the other's that will follow you as you continue your 'walkabout', will you also lead them to destruction thou son of a madman and bastard of hell…."

--and so i laughed in the face of what you called a lunatics hellish imagination, while throwing my cloak of sanity to the wind as the other's hid their faces at my blasphemies of the tried and proven way, tried and proven is not all-ways true when one walks to the edge of live reality, NOW finding that the living edge goes on and on before the oceans of imagination….

--i once also thought the world was flat and out there in the horizon of my scope, beyond the point of seeing what other's waves of fears had instilled me to behold as my own, i languished the years over and over in a prison that these many had prepared for me with curses of their tasted reality, bitter stuff was the drink they served while more horrible was the mornings hangover as i got my butt off to work their fields of desire….

--and so i pleaded with the gods to give me a dream ship on which to ride to my own death, as by my asking i was granted three ships to hold my fate of faith, one for my body-one for my soul-one for my spirit a trio to behold, till on that day i rode out of sight of madness as an unstable character….

Imagination is always there, right at the point of cast off reality….! Give me one who has imagination over the valued importance of knowledge and I will show you a better world to live in, where the lion will in-deed sit down with the lamb, knowing the oneness of this moment as imagination gives birth to what will yet be in the now.

Cluttered landscapes of years of mass produced mind baggage, where the many of the 'they have said crowd' sought to make me fit into the assembly line models of after their kind….whew, no wonder I lived a border line life of living for the weekend and cursing the thoughts of Mondays coming.

--i have walked the alleyways of depression, where the misfits of society all stared at me from the doorways of their name culled dis-ease-ments, where there labored the many all washing their 'told you so' filthy linen and practicing atonements, when all the while those other's kept hiding the pearl of greatness that comes from knowing at-one-ment….

I also have longed after, chased after and tasted the illusion of money that comes from playing in the dreams of other's, where climbing the ladder of success, is defined by the toys that one accumulates along the way, preparing for the end that comes after retirement. Imagination always dies in the face of what must one do to maintain their sanity in the face of a sane-in-sane world, as reality dictates your all-ready next move upon the chess board of life. Who told you to be a pawn and will you be a king….so what, as a king will you also play according to the game that says 'one space' at a time? Who is your bishop sent to protect and defend, while you set on that color after your own? Remember, the board is flat and reality dictates that if you proceed to the edge….that thing called gravity will pull you off….and after all, 'out of sight is out of mind'....right?

....opened heavens of gifted imaginations, are but the start of expressed creations of sculptured integrity, where the only one keeping count of my progress, is the sculpture i imagined that is busy speculating a likeness of me….

....to be continued at an-other space in time....

"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath." -by Thomas Crum

....and so I went and out yesterday and gave my imagination a walk in the woods, up where the branches of trees touch the heavens of grey matter….



....and yes, one more of an oldie but goldie, "....the Mouth", taken from outside my motel room last week….



Thanks to all and to all a 'very good' day!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
 

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"Gifted Imaginations"

"Gifted Imaginations"

....imagination is the fruit of seeing beyond the point of where other's stop and wait, the place we all come to when reality calls out and warns us, that to proceed on in the face of what we have been told, will most assuredly lead us to fall off the face of the earth….

--"i say to you and have you not heard that the world is flat", to go on this way is only a fools drunken walk, and what of the other's that will follow you as you continue your 'walkabout', will you also lead them to destruction thou son of a madman and bastard of hell…."

--and so i laughed in the face of what you called a lunatics hellish imagination, while throwing my cloak of sanity to the wind as the other's hid their faces at my blasphemies of the tried and proven way, tried and proven is not all-ways true when one walks to the edge of live reality, NOW finding that the living edge goes on and on before the oceans of imagination….

--i once also thought the world was flat and out there in the horizon of my scope, beyond the point of seeing what other's waves of fears had instilled me to behold as my own, i languished the years over and over in a prison that these many had prepared for me with curses of their tasted reality, bitter stuff was the drink they served while more horrible was the mornings hangover as i got my butt off to work their fields of desire….

--and so i pleaded with the gods to give me a dream ship on which to ride to my own death, as by my asking i was granted three ships to hold my fate of faith, one for my body-one for my soul-one for my spirit a trio to behold, till on that day i rode out of sight of madness as an unstable character….

Imagination is always there, right at the point of cast off reality….! Give me one who has imagination over the valued importance of knowledge and I will show you a better world to live in, where the lion will in-deed sit down with the lamb, knowing the oneness of this moment as imagination gives birth to what will yet be in the now.

Cluttered landscapes of years of mass produced mind baggage, where the many of the 'they have said crowd' sought to make me fit into the assembly line models of after their kind….whew, no wonder I lived a border line life of living for the weekend and cursing the thoughts of Mondays coming.

--i have walked the alleyways of depression, where the misfits of society all stared at me from the doorways of their name culled dis-ease-ments, where there labored the many all washing their 'told you so' filthy linen and practicing atonements, when all the while those other's kept hiding the pearl of greatness that comes from knowing at-one-ment….

I also have longed after, chased after and tasted the illusion of money that comes from playing in the dreams of other's, where climbing the ladder of success, is defined by the toys that one accumulates along the way, preparing for the end that comes after retirement. Imagination always dies in the face of what must one do to maintain their sanity in the face of a sane-in-sane world, as reality dictates your all-ready next move upon the chess board of life. Who told you to be a pawn and will you be a king….so what, as a king will you also play according to the game that says 'one space' at a time? Who is your bishop sent to protect and defend, while you set on that color after your own? Remember, the board is flat and reality dictates that if you proceed to the edge….that thing called gravity will pull you off….and after all, 'out of sight is out of mind'....right?

....opened heavens of gifted imaginations, are but the start of expressed creations of sculptured integrity, where the only one keeping count of my progress, is the sculpture i imagined that is busy speculating a likeness of me….

....to be continued at an-other space in time....

"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath." -by Thomas Crum

....and so I went and out yesterday and gave my imagination a walk in the woods, up where the branches of trees touch the heavens of grey matter….



....and yes, one more of an oldie but goldie, "....the Mouth", taken from outside my motel room last week….



Thanks to all and to all a 'very good' day!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
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"Gifted Imaginations"

"Gifted Imaginations"

....imagination is the fruit of seeing beyond the point of where other's stop and wait, the place we all come to when reality calls out and warns us, that to proceed on in the face of what we have been told, will most assuredly lead us to fall off the face of the earth….

--"i say to you and have you not heard that the world is flat", to go on this way is only a fools drunken walk, and what of the other's that will follow you as you continue your 'walkabout', will you also lead them to destruction thou son of a madman and bastard of hell…."

--and so i laughed in the face of what you called a lunatics hellish imagination, while throwing my cloak of sanity to the wind as the other's hid their faces at my blasphemies of the tried and proven way, tried and proven is not all-ways true when one walks to the edge of live reality, NOW finding that the living edge goes on and on before the oceans of imagination….

--i once also thought the world was flat and out there in the horizon of my scope, beyond the point of seeing what other's waves of fears had instilled me to behold as my own, i languished the years over and over in a prison that these many had prepared for me with curses of their tasted reality, bitter stuff was the drink they served while more horrible was the mornings hangover as i got my butt off to work their fields of desire….

--and so i pleaded with the gods to give me a dream ship on which to ride to my own death, as by my asking i was granted three ships to hold my fate of faith, one for my body-one for my soul-one for my spirit a trio to behold, till on that day i rode out of sight of madness as an unstable character….

Imagination is always there, right at the point of cast off reality….! Give me one who has imagination over the valued importance of knowledge and I will show you a better world to live in, where the lion will in-deed sit down with the lamb, knowing the oneness of this moment as imagination gives birth to what will yet be in the now.

Cluttered landscapes of years of mass produced mind baggage, where the many of the 'they have said crowd' sought to make me fit into the assembly line models of after their kind….whew, no wonder I lived a border line life of living for the weekend and cursing the thoughts of Mondays coming.

--i have walked the alleyways of depression, where the misfits of society all stared at me from the doorways of their name culled dis-ease-ments, where there labored the many all washing their 'told you so' filthy linen and practicing atonements, when all the while those other's kept hiding the pearl of greatness that comes from knowing at-one-ment….

I also have longed after, chased after and tasted the illusion of money that comes from playing in the dreams of other's, where climbing the ladder of success, is defined by the toys that one accumulates along the way, preparing for the end that comes after retirement. Imagination always dies in the face of what must one do to maintain their sanity in the face of a sane-in-sane world, as reality dictates your all-ready next move upon the chess board of life. Who told you to be a pawn and will you be a king….so what, as a king will you also play according to the game that says 'one space' at a time? Who is your bishop sent to protect and defend, while you set on that color after your own? Remember, the board is flat and reality dictates that if you proceed to the edge….that thing called gravity will pull you off….and after all, 'out of sight is out of mind'....right?

....opened heavens of gifted imaginations, are but the start of expressed creations of sculptured integrity, where the only one keeping count of my progress, is the sculpture i imagined that is busy speculating a likeness of me….

....to be continued at an-other space in time....

"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath." -by Thomas Crum

....and so I went and out yesterday and gave my imagination a walk in the woods, up where the branches of trees touch the heavens of grey matter….



....and yes, one more of an oldie but goldie, "....the Mouth", taken from outside my motel room last week….



Thanks to all and to all a 'very good' day!
GODSPEED,
Frank
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Frank you are a breath of fresh air.

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"Gifted Imaginations"

....imagination is the fruit of seeing beyond the point of where other's stop and wait, the place we all come to when reality calls out and warns us, that to proceed on in the face of what we have been told, will most assuredly lead us to fall off the face of the earth….

--"i say to you and have you not heard that the world is flat", to go on this way is only a fools drunken walk, and what of the other's that will follow you as you continue your 'walkabout', will you also lead them to destruction thou son of a madman and bastard of hell…."

--and so i laughed in the face of what you called a lunatics hellish imagination, while throwing my cloak of sanity to the wind as the other's hid their faces at my blasphemies of the tried and proven way, tried and proven is not all-ways true when one walks to the edge of live reality, NOW finding that the living edge goes on and on before the oceans of imagination….

--i once also thought the world was flat and out there in the horizon of my scope, beyond the point of seeing what other's waves of fears had instilled me to behold as my own, i languished the years over and over in a prison that these many had prepared for me with curses of their tasted reality, bitter stuff was the drink they served while more horrible was the mornings hangover as i got my butt off to work their fields of desire….

--and so i pleaded with the gods to give me a dream ship on which to ride to my own death, as by my asking i was granted three ships to hold my fate of faith, one for my body-one for my soul-one for my spirit a trio to behold, till on that day i rode out of sight of madness as an unstable character….

Imagination is always there, right at the point of cast off reality….! Give me one who has imagination over the valued importance of knowledge and I will show you a better world to live in, where the lion will in-deed sit down with the lamb, knowing the oneness of this moment as imagination gives birth to what will yet be in the now.

Cluttered landscapes of years of mass produced mind baggage, where the many of the 'they have said crowd' sought to make me fit into the assembly line models of after their kind….whew, no wonder I lived a border line life of living for the weekend and cursing the thoughts of Mondays coming.

--i have walked the alleyways of depression, where the misfits of society all stared at me from the doorways of their name culled dis-ease-ments, where there labored the many all washing their 'told you so' filthy linen and practicing atonements, when all the while those other's kept hiding the pearl of greatness that comes from knowing at-one-ment….

I also have longed after, chased after and tasted the illusion of money that comes from playing in the dreams of other's, where climbing the ladder of success, is defined by the toys that one accumulates along the way, preparing for the end that comes after retirement. Imagination always dies in the face of what must one do to maintain their sanity in the face of a sane-in-sane world, as reality dictates your all-ready next move upon the chess board of life. Who told you to be a pawn and will you be a king….so what, as a king will you also play according to the game that says 'one space' at a time? Who is your bishop sent to protect and defend, while you set on that color after your own? Remember, the board is flat and reality dictates that if you proceed to the edge….that thing called gravity will pull you off….and after all, 'out of sight is out of mind'....right?

....opened heavens of gifted imaginations, are but the start of expressed creations of sculptured integrity, where the only one keeping count of my progress, is the sculpture i imagined that is busy speculating a likeness of me….

....to be continued at an-other space in time....

"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath." -by Thomas Crum

....and so I went and out yesterday and gave my imagination a walk in the woods, up where the branches of trees touch the heavens of grey matter….



....and yes, one more of an oldie but goldie, "....the Mouth", taken from outside my motel room last week….



Thanks to all and to all a 'very good' day!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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www.frank.wordpress.com
Frank, you are a piece of work. And I mean that in a very, very nice way. Keep the essays coming and the imagination flowing please.
 

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"Wings of Imagination"

"Wings of Imagination"

....out here i am more than eye can taste or ear can see, come with me my desirae of a souls fiery intoxicant, so that together we may explore the ranges of ether that have encrypted a body of i, where the spirits of the woodland gather to covet a place in the hearts of waundering pilgrim aliens….

--i sought for a place of rest in the clan of human engineering that i was indoctrinated within, and throughout the passing of my years i lost the child that warmed in me, till over time and passing dell i became the one i loathed to be, how marches time in keeping up the veil those others placed in front of me….

--i walk now in the footsteps of these who inhabit a diametrical sphere of influence with the woods that surround my rustic way of breathing, i have leaned that just as my breathing gives expression to the artist of who i am in the nature of my 'wood art', so also these creatures of the woods have laid there eyes on me and accepted me as one who bears witness to the all that they are, where as such in the rumination of my mind i have learned to let my spirit go free beyond many imaginations….

....and so i walked out of this suit of leathered flesh where shoes of leather have kept me as an earthen-enshroud of massive illusions….



....here in my walk comes the lightness of throwing off all the accumulated clutter that comes from living in a place of time as my journey carries me down a slope of dreams come alive….



....many are the ones who now watch my progress along this way as standing back in shadowed glee they send me on to give release….



...."is not my beauty a thing to behold,
so why not stop and look within,
as from my view i welcome you
"....



....and so i looked within,
never asking why,
tis such a place of sweet retreat….



....and in my looking of long desire,
i found a heart of wood,
that beat for me….



....who could pass this way and not see,
that there remains a part of me in every tree,
so i gave way to a master tree of timeless past….



....while down below the truth be told,
that food is given for those in need,
and selfish claims are things of waste….



....out of yonder forest i passed ahead,
till in the fullness of my head,
once again i gave a piece of wood,
a place of birthing as 'wood art' now understood….



"There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination." -by Edmund Burke

Imagination is the wrought out existence of a spirit that has longed for the freedom of knowing that in all their seeing, they have failed and come up short, until with eyes open wide, they inter beyond the veil that other's only talk about and warn about. Within that veil their comes the understanding that all is mine, take what you will and use for the dreams that you have made come true! In the wringing of winged imagination, I am the creator of all my dreams….just as imagination that awakens from a long and deep sleep, now shapes a beginning of beaut-i-full 'wood art'.

Have a 'very good' day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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www.frank.wordpress.com
 

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"Wings of Imagination"

"Wings of Imagination"

....out here i am more than eye can taste or ear can see, come with me my desirae of a souls fiery intoxicant, so that together we may explore the ranges of ether that have encrypted a body of i, where the spirits of the woodland gather to covet a place in the hearts of waundering pilgrim aliens….

--i sought for a place of rest in the clan of human engineering that i was indoctrinated within, and throughout the passing of my years i lost the child that warmed in me, till over time and passing dell i became the one i loathed to be, how marches time in keeping up the veil those others placed in front of me….

--i walk now in the footsteps of these who inhabit a diametrical sphere of influence with the woods that surround my rustic way of breathing, i have leaned that just as my breathing gives expression to the artist of who i am in the nature of my 'wood art', so also these creatures of the woods have laid there eyes on me and accepted me as one who bears witness to the all that they are, where as such in the rumination of my mind i have learned to let my spirit go free beyond many imaginations….

....and so i walked out of this suit of leathered flesh where shoes of leather have kept me as an earthen-enshroud of massive illusions….



....here in my walk comes the lightness of throwing off all the accumulated clutter that comes from living in a place of time as my journey carries me down a slope of dreams come alive….



....many are the ones who now watch my progress along this way as standing back in shadowed glee they send me on to give release….



...."is not my beauty a thing to behold,
so why not stop and look within,
as from my view i welcome you
"....



....and so i looked within,
never asking why,
tis such a place of sweet retreat….



....and in my looking of long desire,
i found a heart of wood,
that beat for me….



....who could pass this way and not see,
that there remains a part of me in every tree,
so i gave way to a master tree of timeless past….



....while down below the truth be told,
that food is given for those in need,
and selfish claims are things of waste….



....out of yonder forest i passed ahead,
till in the fullness of my head,
once again i gave a piece of wood,
a place of birthing as 'wood art' now understood….



"There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination." -by Edmund Burke

Imagination is the wrought out existence of a spirit that has longed for the freedom of knowing that in all their seeing, they have failed and come up short, until with eyes open wide, they inter beyond the veil that other's only talk about and warn about. Within that veil their comes the understanding that all is mine, take what you will and use for the dreams that you have made come true! In the wringing of winged imagination, I am the creator of all my dreams….just as imagination that awakens from a long and deep sleep, now shapes a beginning of beaut-i-full 'wood art'.

Have a 'very good' day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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www.frank.wordpress.com
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"Wings of Imagination"

"Wings of Imagination"

....out here i am more than eye can taste or ear can see, come with me my desirae of a souls fiery intoxicant, so that together we may explore the ranges of ether that have encrypted a body of i, where the spirits of the woodland gather to covet a place in the hearts of waundering pilgrim aliens….

--i sought for a place of rest in the clan of human engineering that i was indoctrinated within, and throughout the passing of my years i lost the child that warmed in me, till over time and passing dell i became the one i loathed to be, how marches time in keeping up the veil those others placed in front of me….

--i walk now in the footsteps of these who inhabit a diametrical sphere of influence with the woods that surround my rustic way of breathing, i have leaned that just as my breathing gives expression to the artist of who i am in the nature of my 'wood art', so also these creatures of the woods have laid there eyes on me and accepted me as one who bears witness to the all that they are, where as such in the rumination of my mind i have learned to let my spirit go free beyond many imaginations….

....and so i walked out of this suit of leathered flesh where shoes of leather have kept me as an earthen-enshroud of massive illusions….



....here in my walk comes the lightness of throwing off all the accumulated clutter that comes from living in a place of time as my journey carries me down a slope of dreams come alive….



....many are the ones who now watch my progress along this way as standing back in shadowed glee they send me on to give release….



...."is not my beauty a thing to behold,
so why not stop and look within,
as from my view i welcome you
"....



....and so i looked within,
never asking why,
tis such a place of sweet retreat….



....and in my looking of long desire,
i found a heart of wood,
that beat for me….



....who could pass this way and not see,
that there remains a part of me in every tree,
so i gave way to a master tree of timeless past….



....while down below the truth be told,
that food is given for those in need,
and selfish claims are things of waste….



....out of yonder forest i passed ahead,
till in the fullness of my head,
once again i gave a piece of wood,
a place of birthing as 'wood art' now understood….



"There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination." -by Edmund Burke

Imagination is the wrought out existence of a spirit that has longed for the freedom of knowing that in all their seeing, they have failed and come up short, until with eyes open wide, they inter beyond the veil that other's only talk about and warn about. Within that veil their comes the understanding that all is mine, take what you will and use for the dreams that you have made come true! In the wringing of winged imagination, I am the creator of all my dreams….just as imagination that awakens from a long and deep sleep, now shapes a beginning of beaut-i-full 'wood art'.

Have a 'very good' day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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"Wings of Imagination"

....out here i am more than eye can taste or ear can see, come with me my desirae of a souls fiery intoxicant, so that together we may explore the ranges of ether that have encrypted a body of i, where the spirits of the woodland gather to covet a place in the hearts of waundering pilgrim aliens….

--i sought for a place of rest in the clan of human engineering that i was indoctrinated within, and throughout the passing of my years i lost the child that warmed in me, till over time and passing dell i became the one i loathed to be, how marches time in keeping up the veil those others placed in front of me….

--i walk now in the footsteps of these who inhabit a diametrical sphere of influence with the woods that surround my rustic way of breathing, i have leaned that just as my breathing gives expression to the artist of who i am in the nature of my 'wood art', so also these creatures of the woods have laid there eyes on me and accepted me as one who bears witness to the all that they are, where as such in the rumination of my mind i have learned to let my spirit go free beyond many imaginations….

....and so i walked out of this suit of leathered flesh where shoes of leather have kept me as an earthen-enshroud of massive illusions….



....here in my walk comes the lightness of throwing off all the accumulated clutter that comes from living in a place of time as my journey carries me down a slope of dreams come alive….



....many are the ones who now watch my progress along this way as standing back in shadowed glee they send me on to give release….



...."is not my beauty a thing to behold,
so why not stop and look within,
as from my view i welcome you
"....



....and so i looked within,
never asking why,
tis such a place of sweet retreat….



....and in my looking of long desire,
i found a heart of wood,
that beat for me….



....who could pass this way and not see,
that there remains a part of me in every tree,
so i gave way to a master tree of timeless past….



....while down below the truth be told,
that food is given for those in need,
and selfish claims are things of waste….



....out of yonder forest i passed ahead,
till in the fullness of my head,
once again i gave a piece of wood,
a place of birthing as 'wood art' now understood….



"There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination." -by Edmund Burke

Imagination is the wrought out existence of a spirit that has longed for the freedom of knowing that in all their seeing, they have failed and come up short, until with eyes open wide, they inter beyond the veil that other's only talk about and warn about. Within that veil their comes the understanding that all is mine, take what you will and use for the dreams that you have made come true! In the wringing of winged imagination, I am the creator of all my dreams….just as imagination that awakens from a long and deep sleep, now shapes a beginning of beaut-i-full 'wood art'.

Have a 'very good' day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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www.frank.wordpress.com
Wow!

Someone pinch me please.
 

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"Windows of Imagination"

"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
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"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
Thank you Frank.
That's a beautiful stool also.
 

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"Windows of Imagination"

"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

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www.frank.wordpress.com
I'll come and sit awhile-just for the chance to chat, walk the woods, and touch that beautiful bench!!
 

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"Windows of Imagination"

"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
Frank, I am touched by your eloquence. I truly enjoy your posts; I read them at least three times through each time catching something else that slipped by me the last time. You craft your words as well as you do your wood. Bless those hands that bring joy to the world, ease pain in the body and ache in the soul.
 

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"Windows of Imagination"

"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
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"Windows of Imagination"

"Windows of Imagination"

....windows of imagination, are but passing fleets of think-thought, that will often fly on by, as one carries on the duties of working out a labored existence in this thing i call 'wood art'....

--have you labored in vain, or are your labors the fruit of art-full knowing, that wherein you sought to make a place of veining for prowess, what now remains is the hearing of a meandering-sinuous fresh breath….

--come with me and sit awhile, where time is cast into the center of a forgotten past, and the demons of all those swirling dust devils that have taken hold of your mind, are now cast out as misfits in this harmony of art-full seeing….

"Where do you get your imagination from" is a question that is most commonly asked of me, and on that score one must first answer, what is imagination worth to you? Can you and are you, willing to travel down a hidden field of wind swept dreams where you alone are the actor on stage, while at the same time you sit in the audience and view this play with captious delight? Will you leave off the opinions of other's and go out to play this day in the fields of the gods where all that counts is what are you doing for this moment?

Maybe up till now you have lived your life as one who is trying to maintain a facade of all is under control and what is not under….well, then I will be over! So you have set your mind in rote mode and just as you have thought, so your body follows in like manner of after-taste.

--searching to seek and seeking to find, till after while with years all added up, you inscribe your name by jot and title, and call up the ghosts of all your past experiences….

Come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….time is not a possession to keep and bears no-gain for playing in the fields of the gods. Some would say, that's easy for you since you live out there surrounded by woods and what does time matter to one who works alone? Time is the master of matter and where one finds time, there also will one be found in the matter of a master. Time lurks the forests of woods around me here just as when I go forth into the asphalt cities of steely eyed skyscrapes and in all these places I can still say to you; "come and sit with me for awhile, where time slips away as a no-thing to lose….

Time is manufactured in the minds of many as 24/7/365 where it becomes your responsibility to use this thing as some great tool so as to not be a famished waster. When I was a child, I thought as a child and when I became an adult, I put away those childish thoughts. This was and has been drilled into me, till this doctrine of time, thought to slay the child of imagination that warmed inside of me, in the bosom of imagination.

To where does all this go, as from the asked question of; "where do you get your imagination from"? First you have need to escape the limited horizon of boundaries of time, where in your busy schedule of all that I must do today there remains 'no-time' to come and sit awhile. Some have said to me and asked, but where do you find the time….and so i answer….

--we are all given the same amount of time, and so you will be used by time, or you will set time aside, and go in and out beyond this veil that is before you….

Beyond that veil of time that has so clouded the vision of many, is not the lair of escapist mentality, but it is into this playing field of the gods that I have been given the ability of my inheritance to come and go….'take what you will-but use what you take'! And as I sat upon the face of the waters of abundance, there was silence in the space of eternity and as I sat my imagination took to flight….and in this flight of art-full seeing, I decided to paint a picture of very good….not as I had thought to think, but reaching within I now brought out what I saw….and so a new creation was born….and to this end I called this what was now created as 'very good'....

....and so i came and sat, as one who would reach out and grasp the leaves inspiration, where brushing past the all that would hold me back, i now was found as standing on the other side of time….



....out here in the playing fields of imagination i take hold of what is mine and slipping back into time i now bring forth the beauty of wholesome 'wood art'....



Thank you all!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

[email protected]
www.frank.wordpress.com
--thanks everyone for your comments….

I probably should write up the story and post a project on this piece of 'wood art', just have not had the time yet, and then also I've been spending so much time outside.

It makes no difference to me as you can and are welcome to 'see' in my art whatever the piece of wood is calling out to you, but I will add that when I designed this piece of 'wood art' , what came out to me from the wood was a table….a writing table. I am in the process of now designing a rustic stump to accent this 'rustic writing table'.

To those of you who have seen a stool here, well be blessed with a stool and also know that you are not the first, as many others at a show I recently showed this one at, have also called forth a stool. The main problem with this being a stool is that I did not design it to hold the weight of someone sitting on top and also the wood told me to utilize it's body into a writing table….but then wood talking, well thats another story. Anyways as I said before, you are welcome to 'see' and 'call' this piece of art as you will, since art is all-ways open to the interpatation of the viewer.

--yes Debbie; if you where to see this piece in person you would be most welcome to 'touch'-'feel' and 'stroke' the wood. As I tell folks, all that I make is made to be experienced by feeling the wood….I mean what good is a piece of wood if it does not cry out to be stroked. Many tell me that my wood is just like flesh and they will use words such as 'sensual' and 'erotic'....now go and figure that. But the truth is that I get quite a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction out of knowing that men and women just cannot keep their hands off of my 'wood art'.

Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank
 
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