The Art of Sculpting With Stone by Donald Boothby August 17, 2008
A base stone. This stone is actually a tile, found on the beach in the Golfo de Taranto on the Italian coast.
A second base stone. This stone was found on the Tireannean Sea, also in Calabria.
Six smaller roundish sort of flat stones. These are the fun pieces that can give a bit of humor to a sculpture. They can also be used to guide the garden visitor’s eye away from the sculpture and to another feature you wish them to observe.
Photographs. These are mere samples of one way in which these stones were used as a sculpture in my personal landscape. These special stones have been used in over 20 permutations and in combination of various sculptures in my own garden in a variety of other arrangements.
(this was given with a gift of stones for his brother)
04 August 2012
COSMIC FIREWORKS Like moonbeams in the fog except there is no moon there is no fog A radiant explosion without sound the late autumn air crisp; clean; fragrant; pure. First a mystic glow like the full moon behind thin clouds; Transforming to a starburst of pale green becoming shimmering white rays turning pink as their tendrils approach the horizon; and between them, fields of faint dark red appear as if to warm the glaciers over which they play. A star-studded white tornado dances amongst the mountain ridges as a night bird screeches its applause somewhere across the still water. Massive bands of green waves reflect their emeraldlike beauty in Auke Lake with a slight mist rising as if to respond with their own aurora. In the distance, snowcapped peaks with brilliant blazes of ice-blue light above. Midnight approaches like a false dawn. No sun; no moon; only stars and nightsky. frozen and silent; earthplanet as spectator to the cosmos. Ears chilled, hands numbed, eyes overwhelmed, soul calmed, I rest with a peace and realization of yet another of life’s dreams fulfilled. Goodnight, Juneau. Donald Boothby October 30, 2003 Ode to Rhubarb Sometimes had it hot sometimes had it cold always sweet always bold sometimes over icecream sometimes in jam spread thick on my toast no matter how we got it we loved our rhubarb most Raleighdon 6-8-07 MAC AND CHEESE mac and cheese if you please. It'll do in a squeeze. It don't make me wheeze It won't give me fleas. Its made in a breeze just please don't freeze my mac and cheese. Donald Boothby February 9, 2009 CROOKED BUTTONS I button my shirt from the bottom I always do bottom to top my mommy says it should be perfect much different, she says, than ol' Pop. Now Pop, he does it all backwards he always goes top straight on down. Then walks around dressed up in flannel buttoned crooked all day around town. Then home he comes for his supper and what does mom do, one wonders. She cooks up a nice soup with barley quite careful to ignore his blunders. But me, does she give such leeway? Oh NO! Here lies the trap. If I get just one button crooked there's sure to come a head slap. Donald Boothby February 9, 2009 QUIET DESPERATION I the great noble Marine Standing alone against the world. I the scared little boy In a grown man’s body. Don’t worry about me, I can handle it; Strength and endurance will carry me through. I the great survivor. Don’t look at my insides, they’re too real; No peeks behind the masks allowed. Weakness and shame cannot show; This is the fear worse than death itself. When all else fails read the directions? No! When all else fails mask it with drugs: The ultimate foxhole; the bunker which keeps even the feelings away. Slowly, slowly the walls begin to crumble. Fear turns to panic turns to rage. Find a new bunker – a new drug. Mask the pain stuff the fear show the rage. Anger is allowed it's manly it's deserved. From nowhere a question begins to haunt the soul: “WHAT THE HELL IS QUIET DESPERATION?” In self there is no answer In self there is no hope. The disease has eaten away from the inside leaving a mere shell. In one brief moment the question is answered. Someone says, “we can” Someone says, “we care”; a new child is born a child with no uniform – no masks. Then, taking that first step, reaching out to take a hand Lest I should fall…. Mistakes are allowed; They are human They are expected. From deep within the answer is given: “I surrender” Donald Boothby January, 1998 Seattle, WA
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