This termite infested, weather worn, crooked wooden slab looked perfect for reclaiming. What I did not expect was reclaiming the lost memories recollected during the process. I will admit there were many “inner hostilities” I confronted during the process. Some of memories of the inner hostilities came from the raw and rough nature of the wood. Naturally, I wanted to control the process of reclaiming this piece, the twisted wood was hard to control, it was heavy and awkward and the numerous pores, crevices and holes confused me…so much to heal to bring this piece back to life.
An interesting piece of wood hidden in a 4 acre lumber yard. The piece was hidden in a stack, hard to see and hard to get to, I climbed around the yard looking for the right piece and after moving other slabs, it seem that I got to my prize. I think we may have chosen each other.
When I am alone working in my studio, listening to the silent sounds of the desert, I keep pondering the restoration of life… especially mine. There was a sense of hostility and confrontation looking at the lifeless slab lying on the table. The hostility is depicted by the jagged, sharp pitted edge as well as the size of the piece. This lifeless but beautiful fragment of a once prosperous life; a majestic Sycamore tree existing in the wilderness was my task for reclamation. I am certain, that when God saw my life- He saw the challenge of my life. Where sin abounded, grace abounded more.