From nothing

Waiting within
the thought borne of a mind unleashed
unlimited possibilities await
the hand of a master
unearthing beauty
from stone.
Always searching,
tools at hand to whittle away
the time and moments into something tangible.
Truth, fantasy, or any whimsy wanted,
life will arise
with just one simple idea,
some need imagined,
some want craved
rising up it will be
if we believe.

Thoughts on the idea of taking a block of granite and the magnificent creatures carved that started with nothing and then became something akin to a beautiful masterpiece.

36 thoughts on “From nothing

  1. what a scene of chaos that must have been. And I hope you still played with the chisels when he wasn’t looking πŸ™‚ sometimes you just have to be a rebel and have fun ❀ ❀

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  2. I should have had stitches, but my dad was taking my friend home – she’d just done the same thing (but it wasn’t as bad), and I didn’t like to bother my mum, as she’d just learnt that my older brother had been involved in a serious accident ( a butchers van had driven into him as he was cycling along the road a few miles away) and she didn’t know if he was going to live.
    Dad got home to find a trail of blood leading from his workshop into the kitchen. It scared him half to death, but then he went through to the living room, and mum told him about my brother. She was still waiting for news. He was in such a state about that that he forgot about the blood for a while. When he remembered, he came looking for me. I was lurking in the workshop, expecting to be told off – he’d told me to leave the chisels alone. But he was proud of me for not making a fuss.
    It sounds hilarious when I tell – honest πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜‚

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  3. I have a funny story about one of my childhood carving escapades – that is, if you consider the sight of blood pouring out of my right hand (I’m left-handed) funny. My father didn’t. πŸ˜€

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  4. As you suggest, what comes out of a lump of granite is limited only by the sculptor’s imagination. My dad occasionally sculpted in stone, but he preferred wood. Maybe he found wood more challenging. He told me that you had to work with the grain, and knots must be taken into consideration. When he chose a piece of timber, he’d look closely at it from all angles. I came to imagine that there was a predetermined sculpture hidden inside… waiting to instruct him on which pieces of excess to chip out – waiting to emerge.

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  5. thank you Roland, I’m always amazed how you can start with just a block and pull out such beauty with a chisel and tools, an art form in and of itself ❀


  6. did you see the art I finally did and posted the other day? I mentioned you in the end, knowing you were asking for more watercolors πŸ™‚ and thank you my friend for this ❀


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