Chiseles, Knives And The Box Of Little Wooden Heads

Underneath my drawing table there was a certain wooden box, it laid there for years forgotten until one day I moved it's dust covered led...

 Inside I found my chisels and carving knives wrapped up in neglect, once were busy now in stealth a mere trap for dust.. and blocks of wood and wooden heads, a work in progress that never saw a ray of light.. different ingredients to create magic, different recipes to make art.

Four years ago, I first laid hands on these chisels and knives and carved away a little piece of old cracked wood, clueless as I was at the time, and without a pattern or guide, my first carving emerged, my first little wooden head... It was the start of  something new, and my passion for carving and wood work grew.... 

Oh, how I love the wood aroma when I carve, how I love being immersed in wood shavings and saw dust, but most of all the joy I find when giving life to an old piece of cracked wood.

I still have a lot to learn but I'm determined.

So after years of hesitation last night I held my chisels and knifes, for hours that felt like minutes and with no plan of guide I carved  away a block of wood... 

 until a wooden-button-nosed-egg emerged... I wonder what egg-white-yellow-yolk-stories lurking in its shell... waiting to be heard, waiting to be told.

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