Yesterday was my birthday. It was a good day, but I am happy it’s over. I just get too many weird thoughts on my birthday. One of the first that comes to mind is my father saying to me, on every of his birthdays, “What’s this young kid doing looking out of this old face?”
Father’s been dead 13 years now and that still is one of my first thoughts on my birthday. I don’t clearly understand this strange duality that goes on in my head. There is the realization that another year has gone by, and with that, the whole long list of things I had hoped to do but haven’t done. About mid-day I was able to kick my brain into a better space and appreciate the fact that I am still alive. I will admit that just after I received my diagnosis of cancer, I had a few dark weeks wondering if I’d make it this far.
Well, I have made it and now am in danger of living long enough to force my grand kids to pick my nursing home. Life is good.
The cool thing I got to do on my birthday was to attend the marquetry’s club quarterly workshop. I can’t think of a better way to spend a birthday that being in the workshop. We made a box with marquetry on the top. Here’s the one I made:
You’ll remember that a couple of weeks ago I listed some of the things I’d like to do this year. Two were to do more marquetry and to sell a piece of my work. Well, I did do a piece of marquetry last month for another box I am building. No pictures of that today as it’s not ready to be seen by the world just yet. I have a number of unfinished pieces that I plan to get completed soon.
I have one special piece that I plan to start working on that I want to tell you about. It will be a piece that I will be offering for sale with the proceeds going to my church. It’s a bit of a story so sit back and listen.
Long time readers of this blog will remember the fretwork cross I made two years ago, just after I finished radiation treatments.
I made three altogether. One I gave to a grandson and the other two are still in my house as I haven’t decided what to do with them. I found the process of cutting this cross to be meditative and really helped focus my mind on something outside the problems my body was going through. I’ve wanted to make another cross but haven’t made the time.
Well, I now have a motivation to make another one. At our church there was this large and very old silver maple tree. For a few years we’d been told that it was getting near its end of life and would need to be cut down. It had been a fixture there for some 50 years and no one was rushing to take out the chainsaw.
Last summer the tree finally succumbed to its age and a major limb fell off. We were fortunate that no one was under the tree at the time since the limb that fell likely weighed at least a ton. That required the church to call out the tree crew and have the tree removed. It was a sad loss of an old friend.
Our church has a number of very creative people, including a number of woodworkers. Our resident wood turner, Jim, brought in members of his wood-turning club and they salvaged a large amount of wood from the old tree. They took it away to dry and mill with the idea that we’d make stuff out of the wood for the church.
I did ask for some of the wood with the thought of making one cross from it. Jim milled a number of pieces for me and they are now sitting in my shop. They are now dry enough to cut and my work begins.
My thought was to make this project my Lenten project but Ash Wednesday is late this year, March 5th and I don’t think I want to wait that long to get started so next time I get into the shop I’ll start the long process of turning this raw wood into a fancy cross. I’ll keep you posted on my progress – likely I’ll still be working on the thing when lent starts, but hope to finish before Easter.
When the cross is finished I am hoping to sell it at church along with some of the bowls and other things that are being made from the wood of our old tree. Perhaps it will make a little money and I’ll have the satisfaction of having sold a piece of my art.
But just as likely, I’ll find the work itself to be the most rewarding. It just amazes my mind that raw wood, fallen and salvaged can be turned into a beautiful work of art.
Till next week,