hummingbird spoon

this is kind of personal, but I don't really care anymore.

my best spoon, made a few weeks ago from curbside tree trimmings. the handle is so delicate. it is absurd!

I don't care, because i think about this spoon, with its fairly large bowl, and its diminutive handle, and how someone who's older and needs to be fed, how what is in the bowl of that spoon might be all they can handle today. a delicate handle for the spoon fosters delicate movement towards your mom's mouth, feeding her broth as she tries to fathom what has happened and why she is not able to get out of bed.

This is where the hummingbird spoon rests in the lavender bath. hope she's happy

jasmine from my trellis adorning a bronze head that uncle michael cast 'bout 20 years ago. dad's satellite sep bolt and uncle chris's laguiolle knife with ebony handle

a self portrait from a few months back

a few color/texture tests. i like them on the bedroom door. not much of anything but a decent hello

A design for a kinetic scultpure that looks like a flower and a propeller at the same time. but it would spin on an axis with some kind of bearing race. not quite a windmill, and not quite an airplane propeller, but at least understanding of Bernoulli's principle

The Sack-Back chair that i made in Curtis Buchannan's studio 2 years ago

another self portrait, at around: too early in the morning to be waking up

It is a rock, but a body worker gave this to me years ago as a heart health sentiment, because it does indeed look like a big strong, juicy heart and it does kind of look like mine in a way