I got the mug for Christmas from my lovely wife, and this spoon (although carved New Year’s Eve) was the first one I finished in 2019. Here’s to many more.
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