Dolma – Beech Greenwood Lady’s Chair

“… a branch crackled amidst the reddening ashes; a bluish flame rose from it, fringed with tongues of gold; it lengthened, split in two, united again, and expanded, floating like a veil on the breeze, and through this shifting phantasmagoria Mipam, dumbfounded,...

Nocturne – Willow Greenwood Armchair

Headmost in wind’s shoving Waves a wilted leaf. Roaming, youth, and loving stops: Their time is brief. Trackless leaves ascend, descend Wherever winds will stray, Only to stop in the woods, in decay. Where will my journey end? Hermann Hesse In between bouts of...

Making Spalted Ash Kindling

I’m not entirely sure how long I’d been standing there staring at the wood pile, and I’m not even sure what I was thinking about or what had brought me there but, I slowly focused on a big lump of Ash I’d manfully – ahem! – lugged...

Communion

“It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I’ve never been so wasted I’ve never been this far out before Perimeter walk There’s a presence here I feel, could have been ancient Could have been...

A Fella’ Who Makes Chairs

A little while ago I was contacted, out of the blue, by John Rainsford.  He asked if I’d be interested in doing a piece for The Arts Interview.  I pondered for a little while, initially being reluctant, but then, warming to the idea, I agreed. John sent me...

The Silence

For the last few weeks I have been pondering at some length on the silence induced by the chair I recently finished, and many thoughts and ideas have whirled around my head, some easily dismissed, some more reluctant to depart. When I closed the door that evening was...

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