I have been working on a carving to give to a friend who is retiring
after the better part of a lifetime working at the Post Office. She is still
more or less sane. A little less, than more I think.
I have done a number of these over the past seven or eight
years and some have turned out not too bad if I do say so myself. Some have
been somewhat less than perfect, and some should have stayed blocks of wood.
The thought is there, and I really don’t care too much if they use them for
fire wood. Sure I do, but a gift once given is a gift gone. I try to find some
trait or characteristic that I can incorporate into the carving which will
indicate just who the person is. Not always successful, but I do try.
Some carvings are a lot easier to do than others and I‘m not
sure if it is because the wood is better or that I am swept away in the moment.
Carving, like anything else, is an outlet for your creative juices and kind of
puts you in an almost Zen like trance. Not too deep a trance of course, after
all you are working with what are basically razor sharp knives. The carving
takes hours and there are quite literally thousands and thousands of chips
carved from the block. Once the carving is complete, it needs to be painted. Sometimes
the painting is what makes or breaks the gift.
I try to put other items on the mounting block which will
give a hint as to what the person will do once retired. Generally I have fun
doing the carvings and get a little depressed when I give them away. They are
after all a part of me since I created them.
This one for Donna I am finding very difficult. I have found
that women are hard for me to carve. They are a lot more concerned about their appearance
than men are generally speaking. I also have a hard time rendering women in
wood. With a man I can carve a huge nose or big hips and they don’t really
care, but I think women are a trifle more critical. I want these things kept
and loved if possible. So far I have carved two heads for Donna and neither one
looks to be right. I am going with the least offensive one and hope that Donna
isn’t too touchy. I have tomorrow to finish the paint job and mounting, but
since it is cold and snowy outside I have all day.
She gets it on Friday…
All in all a nice offering from a former postie, I think by the time 30+ years roll by at one job the employee is kind of just zoned out their last day. I know I sure was and it may take a life time to get there but the last day seems to go way to fast. B
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