Is labor a sacrament? The invitation of the Eighth Day? A sacred collaboration with the living God? I can’t help but to note that the call to labor in the garden came before the curse of toil. I am certain that labor is about more than just earning my bread. There is something deeper there, not just for the artist, but for the ditch digger and the roofer, the farmer and the nurse. “Whatever you think, it’s more than that…” ISB.
I am pleased to share some images of this memorial-hope chest built for a kind family up North. They drove a long road to pick it up this weekend and meet my family and myself. and found the road back with a little less leg room I am afraid. I have sought that my work might be graced to carry God’s blessing for those who are receiving it. I certainly hope this one does. It is a dovetailed chest with drawers featuring an inlaid tree design and an unorthodox lid. The woods were all harvested and milled here in Kansas: black walnut and green ash, with quarter sawn white oak, eastern red cedar, ebonized black walnut, bald cypress and poplar (not from KS).
The School of the Transfer of Energy 