On concepts of design
On concepts of design
The symmetry of form in winter’s snowdrops wet with rain reflects a perfect balance of design no man can gain and yet we strain, we struggle and then strive again to find that single-eyed sincerity we call design.
A purity of growing wildness defies the craftsman’s orderliness, his quest to tame and then constrain what once grew wild from seed beneath the sod evades his grip to slip, slip once more beyond the confines of his mind.
I search the wood, its shape, its colour with my eye, my mind responds and hands that trace my fingertips across the grain convey a rhythmic pulse, but yet can man contain that grain like hanging bells in drops of winter rain?
