Fuchsia – Hazel Greenwood Lady’s Chair

This chair has been completed and keeping me company for quite some time, now.  I could say quite a bit about what I did and why I did it, but, I have a tendency to say too much, too often. It really does not matter what it is to me; it is, quite simply, a chair...

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...

Ein Lied – Hazel and Willow Armchair

“We are the servants of your ears We were born for music Whenever you’re sad We play for you.” Till Lindemann   Early last year, as part of an arts interview, I was given a series of questions and asked to write a response of not more than one...

Silent Eulogy

His name was Roy Eldon. He was 72.   If I had met Roy I would have told him a tale of a wonderful day not long ago, and it would have gone something like this: “This morning I wandered off to the greenhouse, armed with a mug of strong black coffee, a...

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