John Wells

I am enthralled with wood:

the feel of textures, even smells...

A piece of wood comes to me: a gift, a find in the woods near my home, a deserted carcass by the side of the road. I study and consider: what does the giver want, what do I want, what does the tree, the wood offer? Then the making begins. Chain sawing, rough turning, turn it green or let it dry and finish turn, texture, carve, what does the vessel want? There is literally a moment in each vessel when it says this is the way to proceed and this is enough

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Laughing Buddha carved in Redwood.