Background Information about Carving Ball And Chain

I initially believed the chain to have been nailed or stapled to the tree, and it was only whilst rough carving of the globe that it became all too evident that the chain went right around - hitting it with the chainsaw to both my creative delight and also dismay - one very blunt chainsaw.

The tree had managed to completely envelope the chain to in excess of an inch in some places. I had a lockable iron shackle made by a local blacksmith, and then proceeded to map the landforms onto the sphere, using burning techniques to scorch the surface of the land, having sanded the entire globe already. The globe was then finished with several layers of Danish Oil.

A metaphor not only of nature's power, but of own situation - inextricably tethered to the planet. Our home, our Mother - Earth. The photos show some of the developmental process, and Ben, shackled to the rough carved globe - a willing model at Rhymney Community Festival.

The ash ball and chain, black and blue, burnt and stained, seeming burden, only the other way about, if they are listening, there is no need to shout.

Everything speaks for itself, if you listen, through transcendent, transgressing, time, expressing itself in change, enabling dynamic development in the minds and lives of those who re-cognize an old friend at the other side of the room, through the window or out the back, cultivating insight, from a single spore, networks explode, spread beyond your field of vision, but all you see is the mushroom, the fruit.

Fruits of labours, friendly neighbours to lend a cup. Drinking well from the font of creation, generation automatic, symptomatic form takes space in itself, in every moment allowed by time.

[misconstrued silence]

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