I’m back out with the trees. What is it with this location? I don’t feel like my work resides here - but there is an sense of place of peace of belonging.
I hunt around and find what I was hoping for, a fallen Holly limb. It’s been cut but that wasn’t me, my impact matters and I won’t cut down live trees.
In cutting wood for the bow piece I realise it’s not going to work. The thickness I want won’t bend, I’m going against the nature of the wood. Even if I try and steam it I don’t think it will yield.
I like the piece quiet a lot and don’t want to abandon it but I may need to realise it in a different way.
Personal Notes: Cutting wood is research. Practice based research. Movies are research. Reading is research. Discussions are research. Whereever I make enquiries is research. My intent and focus.
To Draw/Make
Paddle - the journeyman
Collograph - multiples of Horse as prep for large format drawings
Bundle
Backpacks
More leather casing/strapping