Rick suffers every day as any starving artist does. Working as a shop teacher provides him with free scrap wood left over from projects that his students seem to never finish. Being a farmer by birth, Rick has learned to be a scrounger and a recycler of any thing that doesn't crawl. this found material has provider creative fodder for creative visions. but the wood sculptures are really an excuse for he and his buddy and art collaborator to get together every tuesday night to basically share a beer, share some glory day stories and have rick's wife cook the two boys a glorious meal of left over meat loaf and on special occasions, cream corn.the studio, which is a small section of a cold basement, seems at time to be Grand Central Station with his five boys walking through and constantly offering opinion on how to make better art without any of them ever doing anything artistic more than spelling obscene expressions on their frosted windows on their tractors or trucks. and even then, they can't spell the words correctly. the photo below shows Rick trying to figure out how to take a four foot toothpick [ which he carved ] into something credible and something worth discussion. this is not an easy task.
the story, if anyone is interested, will continue at some point in time.
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