Family, Expressions of Love

This carving I did I call Family , expression of love . With the mother figure holding one child in her arms while the other embraces her, this carving symbolizes a mothers expression of love for her children.

Expressions thru art

I started carving about four years ago as a pastime , and found it relaxing. I have created quite a few pieces, this one made out of brazilian soapstone. This stone is very easy to carve with, great for beginners since you can carve with just x-acto knives and some simple rasps. This piece I call meditation, with the figurine in a meditative pose. To polish this piece I used a soft cloth and several applications of a car past wax. If you have any questions about carving please feel free to post your questions, and I will try and help.

The Pathway

I am the Solitary Man.

Many times I have traversed these realms

Alone, in thought and dreams

Thru the dark times of my life

I wander like a ghost among you.

You see not the times of sorrow

Nor the moment of peace I yearn
Twisting through the myriad of humanity

I walk among you forgotten and unknown

In the twilight of evening I ponder

Where Life's journey might lead me to see

Will I be known as a Solitary Man?

My Fate I reach out for thee.

I wrote this poem a while back during my dark times as I call it, and walking thru this lonely stretch of Fort Whyte Center it reminded me of it, the utter bleakness , solitude here. The only sound I hear is the wind whistling thru the trees, rustling of the dry and dying marshland, as winter approaches .

Open Fields

Here I came across a farmers field freshly tilled , waiting for next springs seeding. The trail here leads to patch of forest complete with bike trails and walkways for all to enjoy the blessings of nature.

Walk in the woods

On my usual jaunts i came across a patch of woods that looked enticing. I entered and was overwhelmed by the smell of decaying matter, footsteps muffled by the thick undergrowth my feet. With the sun bringing in the colors of nature, i basked in the smells of mother nature, putting aside the sounds of man and his concrete jungle .