Pieces of Wood
March 28, 2012 at 1:33 PM
I clearly remember the story of each one of the pieces of wood that sourround me: I remember when, how and where I first met them and why I decided to keep them with me.
Far above time, I sharpen my tools and dig the blades in the material, feeling its thickness, its grain, its scent and sound.
My work proceeds with the needed slowness, as when, discovering a new landscape, we carefully look around, choosing to follow those streets, those alleys that more attract us.
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