Now that everything has become a giant rolling globulation, across a desert of incidental dental sticks. You know… The ones you pick your teeth with, with the spike on the end, and the little bit of surprisingly strong floss. Yeah.. there’s a desert of those now.
You didn’t notice because your rent went up and cheese now costs £5 to cover your bowl of conchiglie.
The world has gone mad. And you didn’t notice because you.. are also mad.
But maybe the baby may not be so crazy. Maybe baby, they see more than you, your feral crew, your distinguishable stew, your late night fondue and your arrogant little life.
A candle stick holder I made for @mickmcmean birthday in July. This is the writing to accompany the wood - being a piece of spalted alder cut in 2008.
- 2008 Spalted Alder
Once a wee seedling, quickly to become a fully fledged grand tree amongst the forest it stays stood. The forest - home to it. And it - home to many more forest dwellers. It supports them, they support it, but some guests to the trees abode are not friends welcomed in with loving arms. But advantage takers, taking refuge and taking life wherever they fester. This is the origin story of the 2008 spalted alder, I found resting against a variety of other planks from a range of tree species in a barn, situated not far east of the black mountains but relatively far west of the Himalayas. Dusty and cobbed. Just how I like it. Cobbed being my abbreviation for things suffering an infestation of cobwebs. And dusty being my word for cool. Anyhow.. The beautiful markings along this planks grain made it shine amongst its compatriots. But a fowl history of corruption, decay and death is what looks so pretty on a mantle piece… right? Strange beings.. but undoubtedly these beings are owners of a good eye and taste for class and grandeur. Even if that does mean glorifying a murderer due to their indisputable good looks. Huh? Huh? What do you say to that timber buyer aka murder lover? What do you say to that hmm?
Well… all this you say about murder and wood, it’s new to me? And quite frankly I do not advocate for murder, so if you gave me the option to buy this spalted alder again now, being far more knowledgable than I were before… id have to say… hell the fuck yes, every day of the god forsaken week, you phat loser. If you don’t want it I’ll take it, even if you did want it, I would still take it you silly little twonk. And you know why! Because beauty is the essence of life, even if death is the essence of beauty. And thus, life goes on and candles must burn to create light and trees must fall to create candle stick holders, and better still trees which have been the home to unwanted guests, for this makes my eyes weep with glory and unrequited satisfaction. Happy birthday you classy biatch.
Then this guy, that guy, and all those guys, came in that car, and made me like, millions and billions of dollars, in just 30 days. Would highly recommend, not a scam!
