I have been printing an edition of Flying Fish, a copper-plate engraving about the miracle of provision experienced by Thor Heyerdahl and his crew in the Pacific Ocean on their balsa log raft, the Kon Tiki. This print is for sale at the Baumwerk Etsy store.
…a Walking Man drawing for my friend Steven.
“Rootrill” I hope that you will forgive me for posting an eleven minute song in the twenty first century. Mostly, I hope that you enjoy it.
arc contain glow
seen through scene
bois d arc meteorite
slanting even evening light
ancient bone star dust
deere ghost sheep goat add straw and mix well
cross turn
years unfurl in the eternal present
young hands dextrous
core sample of stored solar energy
made vacant for gold
quince roots herbs leg
reamed tapered tapped turned twisted sunk fitted formed around
concentrate earth line essence
absorb the sun and use it for life
pull transfer motion
dividing even unto cambium and xylem
layers and layers
learn purpose practicing discipline
stop motion
frozen movement osage root as it once reached
three forms of light
hand in hand you who once swayed
ancient releasing story
the turning of light upon the solar bank countless voices scratch and turn
golden hands once full wait for wisdom
new moon forest window
tall down cut stack turn stack down
erth-maker here we bend here we grow
establish converge into order dust scratcher
welcome the new bird and fare thee well
Lift Earth Rise , compositional sketch on guitar
small eyes wonder
A five year old little girl with a pension for the aesthetics of random objects
while carving walnut to look like earth
of the golden dust of osage
he discovers eggs make lovely lanterns
walk out to find these things from my Goldsworthy protégée
the horse rolls out, making its provision and fuel
Quercus rubra holds Quercus alba for a shave
showing how much learning is found when a draw knife pulls through the grain
and much beauty in the life of trees
yielding four legs from the rugged giant of civilization (that is Mr. Q. Alba)
back to the door. routing tongues and tenons, applying coiled energy to transferred pattern
every fit feels like a miracle
and the two become one
“Onforan” becoming a door, framing a passage
embers stirring embers
into the incense of fearless youth
a seed within a seed, life and healing travel in a mysterious shell
later, the arrangement has changed, she’s at it again
meanwhile, nature imitates nature
round violently became flat, then eases its way into concavity
green tips taken by the hoof-shod
the edges wound-up by the steel-shod
summits of pollen-yellow splendor arise from the dust
in a moment, history and beauty merge and glow
while the broad axe composes its song
as it was written in fire
as it was written in wood
Grisaille underpainting of the remaining disciples of Jesus gathered together in a locked room as Thomas touches the wound in Jesus’ side.
“Sprout”, pear wood
Walking Man of the Roots
Walkning Man of the Roots, detail
For many years the story and name of Obed Edom have struck deeply within me. His story in the bible is pretty short. As with many things I have tried to make my work a path into exploring this mystery. This print is now finished. To go along with its completion, I have included a song that I wrote a number of years ago of the same subject and with the same goal in mind. I hope that they are moderately fitting accompaniment to a powerful story and special man who I know very little about.
“I Chose You, Obed Edom” linocut, 12″x18″, sepia ink on French’s Durotone paper
eyes and burning “V”, feather, wheat and cedar sprig in his head covering.
Cherubim and Mercy Seat
Obed Edom’s right hand
three birds in his beard
The Holy Ghost’s wild goose, and sleeping kestrel
Silver Trumpet edit
Prairie Creek Dining Table in white oak and black walnut.
Red Elm window sill and shelf moving from rough to smooth.
and being joined longways.
Obed Edom is getting his finishing touches.
A test print is pulled to see what needs adjusting.
John Beartrist Laceroot is stirring.
Jonas is free from his box and wondering if it could be time to tell his story again.
Clive Hicks Jenkins has posted the second part of an interview with me about The School of the Transfer of Energy Puppet Theater here. Thank you Clive.
The School of the Transfer of Energy 