Sunday, December 4, 2016

A (Large) New Piece

Being unable to allow my work  in progress count to go down, I've immediately started a new big piece. Finally making something from a solid couple hundred pounds of what remains of the oak that came down in Sandy is a bit fraught for a whole lot of reasons including the time commitment. This one will hopefully be completed in time for my 3 person show in PA this spring, we shall see...

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Cedar Lane Tree Monument

These aren't the 'official' photos, I still need to put on another coat of sealer, and get a day with better light to take some photos. But this weekend I finished the roof and re-leveled the foundation. Structurally the Cedar lane tree monument is done. It has literally been in progress since the tree came down more than 3 years ago. The me that started this project did not live to see it completed, but some version of me did, and it is completed. More to come, but for now thanks to everyone who has made it possible. Particular thanks to Perry and Gladys Rosenstein at the Puffin Foundation for their constant support, my brothers for physical help and my long suffering parents for accepting what has not always made sense.
I think back to how I finished my daily tree stump documentation project and the words I found then seem more appropriate than ever:…/cccxlvi-to-be-continu…
'I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned'

Sunday, October 2, 2016

A Landmark

I've been a bit quiet here of late, but  I think having the Cedar Lane tree cross section reassembled and upright warrants a post, thanks due to Nicholas and Dennis Santella and Geoff Sullivan for their aid in moving and to the very nice Teaneck cop who both laughed at and stopped traffic for our initial move of the wood from the Teaneck Creek Degraw entrance.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Coda V:83 Woven of Water and Logic and Hunger, with No Strand of Love in Them

Coda V:83 Hands, Woven of Water and Logic and Hunger, with No Strand of Love in Them, ink and graphite, 2016
That whole semi-conscious in the hospital thing in the spring threw me off my drawing routine and I never got back to it, after ~540 contiguous days of drawing. But these words have been echoing in my head all week, and for better or worse this emerged... I don't know what's up with the graphite scribbles over the ink, that is so not me...

These poems, these poems, 
these poems, she said, are poems 
with no love in them. These are the poems of a man   
who would leave his wife and child because   
they made noise in his study. These are the poems   
of a man who would murder his mother to claim   
the inheritance. These are the poems of a man   
like Plato, she said, meaning something I did not   
comprehend but which nevertheless 
offended me. These are the poems of a man 
who would rather sleep with himself than with women,   
she said. These are the poems of a man 
with eyes like a drawknife, with hands like a pickpocket’s   
hands, woven of water and logic 
and hunger, with no strand of love in them. These   
poems are as heartless as birdsong, as unmeant   
as elm leaves, which if they love love only   
the wide blue sky and the air and the idea 
of elm leaves. Self-love is an ending, she said,   
and not a beginning. Love means love 
of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing.   
These poems, she said.... 
                                       You are, he said, 
                That is not love, she said rightly.

Robert Bringhurst, These Poems, She Said from The Beauty of the Weapons

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Weekend's Work

My brother was in town so I recruited him to work a bit on cutting some boards from the red oak that has been sitting in my folks yard for the past 3 years. (Another 3 and I'll have it all out.) We got two boards cut. Not sure why cutting this stuff seems to instantly dull the blade...

Also got a little work done on the ongoing Cedar Lane tree memorial. The first side is now fully together and pegged. If I had a cow, I'm not sure how I'd feel about housing it in a barn built to these engineering tolerances. Luckily I don't have a cow.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Coda IV:17

Snow on Ruins of a Promise Keeping Machine, mixed media, 2016
I've been drawing, but only intermittently posting them, finally getting to post one here. This is a theme I've been returning to a lot lately.