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Burmese turned wood box, Has a cathedral feel to it.

Lets just say it has been awhile. The last time  I turned anything, was a demonstration at our Desert  Woodturng Roundup in February. Well just completed it turning today.  Bermese Rosewood ring box 7.75 tall x 2.625 & weights is 1.2 bls. Starting the finishing. The finish is hand rubbed on for natural low sheen. This keepsake Box has a perfectly snug fit.

The creating of a hollow form box, with finial lid.

The  Arizona Association of Woodturners has issued a challenge for the June meeting to turn a lidded box. I have decided to turn it from one of my favorite woods, " Tigre Caspi and Gaboon Ebony .  I first decided that I wanted the shape to mimic female form. The lid maybe the breast area, the start of the ebony, the shoulders and head area with a crown top piece. the head shoulders, and breast area has finish. I need to complete the crown, which will be a challenge. I thought about attempting to insert Lignum Vitae for threading  top and base for the ultimate fit. The bottom is planned to to be rounded and maybe slightly elevated. The crown, pyrite with inlaid gold dust. 

Art my mind sees and my hands bring forth.

As I share a bit of whom I might be, through art my mind sees and my hand brings forth. I only reflect a process without many rules, reality not yet witnessed. What is, and has driven me, is a force beyond my control, an energy, manifested heretofore and hereafter my mortal flesh. A glow dimmed by storm clouds directed not by untold path, a beginning and, an end, "I must create". Much is the way of love, a binding force that shapes your ever presence with and without your guiding hand. Love hurts so good, Expressed through despair, loneliness, prosperity and joy. Through the laughter of tears, "I MUST CREATE". In this short expression of whom I might be and what I may SEE AS ME, through the ever changing growth of my heart and sole, I look forward to all that maybe, the only legacy of a presence, once my time is no more. In this writing I may find a hint of the who, you see, that leads me down this wonderfully expressive journey so I might share, be recognized, to ...