While at the beach, I spotted driftwood... and saw beards in the wood.So I am enhancing the faces with recycled newsprint to sculpt on the faces.
Coming soon, Driftwood Santa decor.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Driftwood Santa by RW
While at the beach, I spotted driftwood... and saw beards in the wood.So I am enhancing the faces with recycled newsprint to sculpt on the faces.
Coming soon, Driftwood Santa decor.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Santa that Paints!
I paint seashells, spoons, and folk art.
If you are interested in me to make your event festive,
blog me...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
1st Place Winner- SLATE RW
Santa Ricky... Won 1st Place in the Fine Art & Crafts
at the local county fair 2010.
Best in Painting on Slate Category 2010
at the local county fair 2010.
Best in Painting on Slate Category 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
table legs RW
Wanderings that inspire 8-9-10
Part of almost every Saturday morning, weather permitting, I spend about an hour or so yard sale-ing looking for that bit of cast off that a neighbor is desperately trying to get rid of that I see could become part of my next folk art piece. This past weekend I found 4 giant wooden table legs and picked them up for a very reasonable price. Big solid pieces of wood, turned with nice detail. They only need to be sanded and cleaned up a bit and I knew I could make them into something. I had just won a blue ribbon at my annual county fair for the piece below. This was also made from a table leg. I salvaged this one, and some related pieces of wood, from a neighbors' barn that was he was raising in order to put in a swimming pool for his children. It became a folk angel.
Could the pieces I got this weekend become its kin? I also have a very nice barn door that could be assembled into a very nice primitive table and decorated and painted. I'm still and waiting for a sense of what these disparate parts want to become. Not that they have animation themselves but the gift God has blessed me with to look at something old and cast off and I see it just waiting, even longing to be repurposed. Isn't that how the Good Lord sees each one of us? Rough, cast offs of this world, even in the best of earthly circumstances, when we exist outside His love and the kingdom of heaven.
God is just waiting to polish us up, repurpose us and make us beautifully reflective brilliance, majesty and glory. Carrying these thoughts with me makes Saturday morning wandering through yard sales a very special time to be sure. Pax tecum.
Part of almost every Saturday morning, weather permitting, I spend about an hour or so yard sale-ing looking for that bit of cast off that a neighbor is desperately trying to get rid of that I see could become part of my next folk art piece. This past weekend I found 4 giant wooden table legs and picked them up for a very reasonable price. Big solid pieces of wood, turned with nice detail. They only need to be sanded and cleaned up a bit and I knew I could make them into something. I had just won a blue ribbon at my annual county fair for the piece below. This was also made from a table leg. I salvaged this one, and some related pieces of wood, from a neighbors' barn that was he was raising in order to put in a swimming pool for his children. It became a folk angel.
Could the pieces I got this weekend become its kin? I also have a very nice barn door that could be assembled into a very nice primitive table and decorated and painted. I'm still and waiting for a sense of what these disparate parts want to become. Not that they have animation themselves but the gift God has blessed me with to look at something old and cast off and I see it just waiting, even longing to be repurposed. Isn't that how the Good Lord sees each one of us? Rough, cast offs of this world, even in the best of earthly circumstances, when we exist outside His love and the kingdom of heaven.
God is just waiting to polish us up, repurpose us and make us beautifully reflective brilliance, majesty and glory. Carrying these thoughts with me makes Saturday morning wandering through yard sales a very special time to be sure. Pax tecum.
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