After the storm in 1987, The Lawson’s Cedar dropped a branch which lay where it fell until early Spring of 2019. It was found semi-rotten and carried home in the wheel barrow, with words like, “there may be nothing left” and “I’ll start and see what happens”.
Over the summer the completely rotten wood was removed to see what was solid beneath. The piece was moved in and out of the shed as the weather allowed, with a little cursing about who said it could rain, and left to dry in between times to see if the wood would split.
After getting down to a solid canvas, sanding started, finding not only a firm, but also beautiful surface. Then the labyrinths came to mind, pathways to follow with your fingers.
