L.F. Herreshoff
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
the nature of blue
blue painting 66 x 80 inches, oil.
but remember, it is what you see
addressing the taboos;
when Bill challenged Jack
to stop denying
the existence of gravity and
rather than taking it to the street
Jack went home and
on behalf of gravity
reasserted something of it's complex
and pulsing nature
but that was after he
died of natural causes
plastic surgery discovery
ground her topsides
freehand as well
at last
a pleasant discovery
about F R P..... fiber reinforced plastic
a paint scraper
with a burr
will shape the surface of
day-old epoxy *
like your favourite plane set to take
the finest shaving from hardwood
if you like tools and complexity
boat work is just the thing
* mixed with
1 west 404
2 cabosill
3 bubbles-
Sunday, July 20, 2014
glitch
there's a glitch
in the summer here
cool breeze
through the trees
a signal to begin
bringing firewood in
an nod to Captain Nat Herreshoff and LF
to arrive at
the daily pleasure of
what nature has in store
there's another "nature"
we must examine
the human
curiosity
breeds necessities
and questions
and
careful observations
and looking for another perspective
exploration to
share the discoveries
occasionally
when trying to get words
around an inclination
the shift
to
from words
to sound
or
one more puzzle piece
falls into place
as yet another
"vain attempt at defining art"
without another perspective
from which to triangulate
how could we navigate
acquisition and maintenance
of the necessities
like
our present location
or
good grinding tools, both
electric and air drive
which have become
difficult to find
but
the flow lines are beginning to
surround the form
as a perspective on sculpture
or mechanical kinetic
drawing
which is having its influence on
the intuitive
as the form expands
to the perspectives attached
to an ancient pine board
from an attic floor
for a century
to the centuries
before
when the pine grew
up through
towering maples
somewhere
near here
fluid dynamics
for me
fluid dynamics
for me
has nothing to do with numbers
but is rather
the seeing of turbulence
caused by few barnacles
and wrinkles
on the hull
without the perspective of
your nature
you proceed
as if on a
tight-rope
A friend who became a wooden flute maker
is grateful to the old black-smith
who minded him while
turning glowing hot metal into implements
while they waited for the school bus.
which brought to mind Rumi's words
"a while as want may be
true self, I could not see
but heard it's name.
I, being self confined,
self did not merit
til,
leaving self behind
did self inherit."
Friday, July 4, 2014
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