Good morning Everyone!!
Been busy and took me awhile to make another Blog!
Today my whole interest is about my friend in Germany, "BlackPanther77" or by name: Sylwia.
In her spare time she makes small wood carvings, which I admire so very much! She's really good in my opinion!!!
She has sent me many pictures of her work over the years that I've known her, which I have enjoyed so much!!
This is the first thing of hers that she sent to me, several years ago. I sat these old men on my small writing desk, and got my son to cut me this piece of old wood to set behind these two fishermen.
This is where they have lived ever since.
Can't you just imagine two old men, standing on a wharf in front of an old fishing shack, one buddy just watching his friend fish, hands stuck deep into his pockets, puffing on that pipe?! I just love these two guys!! You know they are best friends, and someone's grandpa's!!!
I often watch them when I'm doing anything at that desk, and imagine conversations between them, hearing there casual, rough voices, mumbling around their pipes. They talk about their past life, their kids, their grandkids.. but short sentences, long pauses in between, just being content out there looking over the bay. I actually make up these conversations for them in my head!!
Just recently Sylwia sent me a picture of her latest carving!! I love it so much that I have been begging her to send it to me!!! I will gladly, happily, joyfully pay the postage on it!!!!!!
Look at this:
Isn't this marvelous?!!! I hope you can click on it and enlarge it!!! Just a face emerging out of this gnarly wood, not totally 'out' but partially hidden within. I want this so badly!!!
To me he is someone, maybe a Wizard, who has locked himself away in a mystical place, eyes closed, casting spell after spell to look after his people; or an old mythical god keeping control over his world; or maybe my own God in the heavens watching out for those of His kingdom.
Whatever this would represent, it's beyond us, mythical or heavenly.. broad in scope, yet hidden.
Can you imagine him suddenly, or maybe slowly, opening his eyes? I imagine that scene often as he looks at me and speaks in a soft, low voice.. leaving me some bit of knowledge or wisdom.
I want him in my home so badly!!!
Please, Sylwia?!!