WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS

WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS
PROLOGUE

NEW NAME AND CHANGES

I DON'T KNOW IF CHANGE IS ALWAYS GOOD, BUT I FELT LIKE IT WAS TIME TO CHANGE THE NAME ON THIS BLOG. I'M STILL A CAMPBELL - AND GRATEFUL FOR THE SCOTTISH HERITAGE. I'M ALSO STILL CARVING, SO I AM DEFINITELY A CARVER, BUT ONLY BY HOBBY. I JUST WISHED I HAD STARTED THIS HOBBY ABOUT 50 YEARS AGO. WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE TIME I WASTED WATCHING THE STUPID BOOB TUBE, IT MAKES ME WANT TO HEAVE! AND, THINK OF ALL THE CUTS AND WOUNDS I MISSED OUT ON....

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TWO GREAT PHILOSOPHERS FROM NASHVILLE, TENN. ASKED TWO GREAT AND LOADED QUESTIONS BACK IN 1958 ON ONE OF THEIR RECORDINGS. THE QUESTIONS WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS:

HOW MUCH WOOD COULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK
IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?

HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A DINOSAUR SAW
IF A DINOSAUR COULD SAW WOOD?

(HOMER AND JETHRO)

LUCKILY, MY HOBBY OF WOOD CARVING HAS ALLOWED ME TO CONTEMPLATE AND FINALLY RECEIVE ANSWERS TO THOSE TWO GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE. NOW, IF YOU WANT THE ANSWERS, YOU'LL HAVE TO GET RID OF YOUR CURRENT HOBBY (PROBABLY EITHER YOUR SMART PHONE OR THE BOOB-TUBE) AND START CARVING WOOD. (WOOD SPIRITS DON'T TALK TO THE IMPURE. YOU HAVE TO BE INTIMATELY INVOLVED WITH WOOD -- AND NOT THE WOOD BETWEEN YOUR EARS.)

JUST A WORD OF WARNING -- WHILE YOU ARE CARVING, THE WOOD WILL START TALKING TO YOU. THE WOOD WILL TELL YOU (AS YOU ARE TRYING TO CARVE SOMETHING SPECIFIC) TO NIX THE PROJECT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO AND DEMAND THAT IT BE MADE INTO SOMETHING ELSE!!!) REALLY! I'M NOT KIDDING!

Monday, January 26, 2015

SOME MORE "NEW" STUFF


First of all -- I've been out of commission for nearly 6 weeks, thanks to back surgery (three vertebrae fused). So, my output has been severely curtailed, to say the least. I did, however, do a couple of projects between aching and paining...

SISTER ORTIZ' FOX






The little vixen above I actually finished around Christmas for one of the full time sister missionaries working in our stake. She's Sister Ortiz, and hails from the Dominican Republic.  She's too cute to tell no, so she's now the owner of a fox -- missionaries aren't supposed to have pets, eh?

TREE SPIRIT




This is, without a doubt the best "tree spirit" I've done so far. This spirit now resides in the house of a friend, a neighbor, and a linguistics prof. at BYU. I told him if he didn't want it, he could always start a fire in his fire place and use the spirit for kindling.

 DEMANDING WOOD

I'm always kidding people that the "wood" dictates what it wants to be. Actually, I'm not kidding. If I let the carving "go where it wants", rather than trying to dictate what it should look like, I usually end up with something entirely different that I started out to do.

These next two carvings are exactly what I'm talking about.

A SOLDIER FROM THE 20th MAINE

This started out to be a carving of a "Moses" character until the scarf band on the head went terribly awry. While removing the band and reducing the size of the cranium, it started looking like the hat from a civil war soldier... go figure. So, I copied a few pictures from the Internet, and away I went - or, away it went.








This soldier is now in the home of a best friend in Orem, Ut. He and I worked together at the County Recorder's Office for over 30 years.


CASEY AT THE BAT


  Now! I didn't intend on this carving looking anything like this. It was supposed to be a wood spirit. But, as I removed the beard to remove a Santa resemblance, I ended up with a player from the 1895 New York Yankees baseball team -- except, the mustache is from a little earlier in the 1800's. But, what the heck. Call it artistic license.