What's in a name

Trees live, and no living being dreams of becoming something lifeless and unrecognizable. We seldom associate the living magnificence of a tree, with the sheer utilitarian nature of what we call wood. Can we humbly and with artistry, reminisce with the once living tree, and create a memory of grace, beauty and strength in physical form. Different from the tree but true to the dreams held within the wood.

Monday, November 8, 2010




This is a sculptural piece that began as a spoon, cut from a piece of wind fall Red Alder. After a miscommunication with the wood there was an egg sized opening where I had not envisioned an opening at all. Thus the birth of a "design opportunity" resulting in a "re-imagined" work.
Yes, it turns out it was a very happy miscommunication after all.
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