I have been refining my color embellishment techniques combining water based aniline dyes and finishing with multiple coats of tung oil finish. The later layers (4th or later) are wet sanded. Once the oil is dry I polish with Renaissance Wax
This 5.5″ tall, 6.5′ diameter cherry wood lidded vessel features an ebony handle whose curve mirrors that of the wood grain. The visibility of the grain is heightened by the use of transparent red aniline dye.
Multiple coats of tung oil were applied to create rich luster that is smooth and creamy to the touch. Renaissance crystalline wax was used for the final polish.
“Hunger Moon, 18′ diameter, 8″ height” is the ninth sculpture in my Moon series, celebrating the names given to the full moons by indigenous peoples of North America.
Hunger Moon is associated with February’s full Moon. At that time of the year, hunting and gathering would have been severely limited due to the cold and snow.
My interpretation shows an outstretched hand cradling the northern polar area of the earth as it pierces a basket illusion representing the top of a saguaro cactus.
This piece will have its inaugural reveal Friday March 11 at the Tubac Open Studio Tour. I will be located with 5 other artists at 2364 Camino Esplendido, Tubac, AZ.
It is with trepidation that I recently turned to massage therapy to help resolve some knee and back issues. Until recently, I had not had good experiences with these practices but I am now becoming a convert. I have finally found someone who knows what he is about and is passionate about his work. Massage sessions both this past Sunday and the Sunday before resulted in such a combination of euphoria and fatigue that I felt compelled to write about the experience.
“Lying face down on a table under a sheet.
Drifting under light sail, not yet exposed to the elemental forces to come.
Lightly at first, his hands like a breeze rustle the gossamer cloth, probing the aging rigging, creating ripples on the stillness of my skin.
His hands strengthen like the trade wind before a storm. I feel him following the routes of my past lives. I’m looking outwards from within as he finds the ragged moorings that are reluctant to yield to the brewing storm’s force. A life time of protections revealed as tight muscles and fascia holding on to their well worn truths.
Fibers shout out in resistance. I feel their anguish as they are invited to yield to a new reality. My body strains at its moorings, the relentless wind searches to free the vessel.
For a brief time the age long patterns of past realities yield to this new liberating wind.
Lying in the hold of my own vessel, I weathered the storm, wind swept, adrift from past realities, in a bliss of disconnection. My body, tired and battered tastes a new reality.“
Life on my Own 