Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]
This cherry has some serious grain, y’all.
Our love of fire is from of old, A need from days gone by. Ere since our feet from Eden stepped, The fiery sword our sign. The fire our sign of what we’ve lost: The garden’s warmth no more. The sword our sign of what we’ve gained: Of blood, of lust, of war. The fire’s […]
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.” -Stephen Crane, “In the Desert”
This is an unfinished eating spoon from a cherry crook. I’m also attempting my first finial on this spoon. I’m excited for the finishing cuts to go on this spoon.
Two weird looking pieces from the past week. I carved the Kuksa-thing last Saturday, and the spoon this afternoon. Obviously I made some mistakes with the spoon, but I learned a lot of stuff, too. This was my first attempt at kolrossing – of dubious success, my first attempt at using the back of a […]
Water if God wills it, he reminded himself. About the great matters, Roland, you have no say. Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla
This is the first spoon (coffee scoop, actually) that I’ve made that is going to a different home. I hope you like it Ms. Bobbie Lu! It’s dogswood, and sealed with butcher block conditioner. Still a bunch of things to improve, but this one taught me lots of lessons – most importantly: slow down!