Monday, November 25, 2013

art supplies
collaboration
and a birthday
in Blississauga



November 19th

Reverberation






















re. the chorus of the universe

of course there is an orchestral conductor 
but no, not the entity, 
but rather 
the cumulative simplicity of 
the laws of physics
from the swaying trees 
into the wild gestures of their extremities
of course i'm at odds with the pulse of the 
designer mainstream -group- think -consumers
turning their backs on 
the rhythms of nature- 
having erroneously assumed 
dominion over nature 
denying a connection 
to that which you oppress 
being "natural"
what bad habits of logic 
you humans have acquired, 
said the Orca, 
shaking her head- slowly 
in comparison with 
the beating wings of a 
humming bird
their hearts of course
beating 
to the rhythm of 
the task at hand


and that's why
ballerinas are advised against 
driving



November 17th

new MVfluid dynamics
of multi-dimensional plaid 
48 x 66 photo to follow




as the bare branches 
shake the last of the 
seeds free to 
hit the metal roof
so chickadees and nut hatches
can help with the planting
and swaying in the wind 
 rattling twigs 
sing a rhythm
outside of time
dancing the transition
fragrant heart-wood 
drying in
recollection of
a hundred summers
into letters to a young poet
in case a listener is waiting 
in the wings

















two dozen curious 
wild turkeys
started in the lane while 
i was loading slabs on the truck
and stuck around to supervise 
hanging the blade on tractor #2















and
in moonlight 
the howling
returned

Nov 16th

while driving around
through the eye of the storm
with cainsaws cables and winches
i took down  dangerous trees
for the safety and the challenge
at Baldwin's and the McGee's


Nov 15th-2013














Under  the Coyote Moon
36 x 60 in.

the distant song 
in the moonlit calm
after weeks of blowing 
snow and rain
the lumber stacked 
with care and strain
prepared again 
for winter 

November 9th, 2013



the sounds of 
things 
falling
leaves and keys
and branches and trees
in the sounds of rain
as it shifts back and forth 
from water to ice
as the lumber falls into
layers of species 
and dimensions
finally under
cover woven
in the race against
snow another
permutation of
multidimensional
plaid overseen by 
chipmunks and 
chickadees
































nov 1-13

His grandmother said' " let me see your hands"… then snorted,
"you haven't done an honest days work in your life"

the value of contrast; 
to find your self 
giving 
your head 
a shake

the pleasure of work         
which arrives
when it's over
but when, the work is out-of step 
with the main stream dream
like air-drying the trees 
that have succumbed to
the changing and 
doing one's best to be
filling the forest's dreams
for example,
one might wonder 
if a Sitka spruce
bound by imagination
over-looking the Pacific might be
longing to be a mast on a sailing ship or to
travel the world with a view from the 
top a guitar
but, closer to home
if the red elm that died of thirst
becomes the rail of a boat under sail
and crosses an ocean to a continent that
was once connected
is that not a 
transcendence of time?














having accomplished a string of physical necessities…
chain saw gaskets and carb kits
brakes,  a "U" joint,  and snow tires
tractor hydraulics and batteries….
Eric and his sawmill finally rolled in the lane
in a confluence of lucky accidents

a number of treasures that have been 
languishing here since I arrived
thirty years ago have stepped forward 
to be part of this
on-site sustainable harvest... 
milling, air drying and
imagining what the 
wood might like to be. 















fifteen 7' aluminum 2"x"6 extrusions
lay on the gravel, graded with the blade
that came with the second 
seventy-five year old tractor
to be covered with the galvanized
industrial roof steel off-cuts

portable sawmill days,  Oct 29 and 30-2013














Sawmill Day

after weeks of rain
anticipating the second
sawmill day 
the magnificent elm
offers bulwarks to 
the Seawind.
the Ash,
strapping for the 
tractor shed
and table tops and beams
and dreams live
in the live-edge Cherry














Grass Roots Forest Management, Day Two;

Tractor #1 one 
dragged the trees with-in reach 
of the mill's hydraulic arms
the set-up worked
in a sequence to 
fill the improvised skids and 
to allow an escape route
the "character" logs -
the figured and the spalted
were left to the end
















three of us ,
our senses honed through anticipation
to into focused collaboration of
an improvisation dance, so
what if  dance 
is a bridge back to
some timeless necessities
and the maple that was sprouting
fall Oyster Mushrooms when
i went looking for some
"dirty" wood were eaten that night 














( spagetti recipe )

my arms are remembering working
in a pleasant harmony of
tingles, numbness and pain
after a day of  grading, 
loading and stacking
in the wind and rain 














the last log 
a maple that has stood
too near the back corner of the studio
knowing for thirty years that 
it was  destined to go
farther a field than
firewood
























the other two pieces were quickly cut and 
dragged down the lane with unanimity
at the end of a very long day