I made some friends

 Spare time is what I have, so I have whittled and gotten some friends done. Few of them go in the new category of pocket head, A portable small head that can fit in any pocket. I have three of these little heads to carry and I love them so much, that I want to give them away to some unknown person, who can give them unconditional love for rest of their unnatural lives. In Tasmania (which is not in Africa) Wood is mostly on peoples properties fenced away from the rest of the world, so a level of clandestinity is required to acquire a piece of workable material. At home I prefer birch, for it's hard, easy to obtain and free, then anyone can make a unusable wooden head that serves no purpose. Therefore I find it important to make things that do have purpose, usable objects, not just shelve filling but hand made things to serve a cause, to be given away, for no collection of things will fill our home.

In a dream home there is only the things we need, no cutlery for fifty, no useless collections, no unusable decorations, but beautiful hand made everyday objects that serve their purpose. No more small or big heads next I will make a useful object of some kind?

Pocket Heads are so tiny and cute that for that sole reason they were tricky to carve without obtaining  too many scars. The two euro coin is for size comparison. Purpose of them is to outcute any true accessorizer, especially one who has not yet obtained their own hand made pocket head. They are freestanding specimens of true utility belt content.

 

Get one ToDaY, for I want to get rid of them.

 

Black Dude is of Eucalyptus and was supposed to be the head of my super walking cane until I lost interest and decapitated it.

 Ones purpose is to be an alarm to mafioso's enemies, for this is what you will find in your bath if you cross "the line"(does not come with horses head, but the body might be there). Goat Phebe is addicted to anyone that will scratch its head or gives it food, that's the reason she came to see what's going on.

Candle bearing head is for the lost ones of the hopefully ending Korean Crisis,

for the ones without food,

for the ones without freedom,

for the ones who labor in Gulags,

And for all who feel trapped by Kim regime.

An ode to North Korea,

O thou shall grouse and taunt for weeks,

of A proud wise man brings bright light to the world,

he illuminates the path of the forsaken with flame and plutonium.

no matter, no cause, no fear, no pause,

is this of the people?

is this by the people?

is this for the people?

Free the people,

No

Feed the people,

No

Cloth the people

 No

 

Candle head has few dozen Tasmanian tulips, that one day might beautify the streets of Pyongyang.

 

Candle head wants peace, space, WMD free world and equality to begin with, education would also be nice and if we would stop mutilating the female genitalia in certain parts of the world, that certainly would make MR candle Head extra happy.

 

When DR Candle Head speaks the tomatoes line up and ripen fast with knowledge of things that would be nice for all, expect the ones who are guilty of crimes against humanity. 

 A totem I gave to Reuben of Mountain River

One of the things I have been privileged to do in my time in Tasmania was to join a group of men on their journey to unity. I was helping in the kitchen for the duration of this lovely weekend, for that reason my collection of images is limited, No time to take more.

On right is Ilan our Boss

This is Reese, 

54, with lung problems. 

After continues smoking of forty years his lungs are gone to a better place.

Breathing is not easy without alveolies.  

A talent show featuring Amy Whinehouse

Bunji is the most relaxed person I have ever met

 

That might feel GOOD

Here a group of men.

 

WE SOLD OUR CAR

 

I CLEANED THE ENGINE

Tasman Peninsula

 

Taselated pavements are made of rock and water.

PORT ARTHUR

Port Arthur was a "prison" in the eighteen hundreds. One of the many slave camps the British filled with "criminals" to be free labor in the construction of Australia.

The prisoners lived in that big house. While the guards and lords had mansions to house their families.

 

I biked twelve kilometers to see this hellhole of justice just to feel as bad as in the Cambodian killing fields few years back. I hope our future holds more inspiring deeds than our past.

Wombo is the judge, jury, Law, and accused