For years, it moved in and out of my life, on to my table twisted and turned, only to return to the location from where it came. The contrast of its raw beauty and milled edge seemed to perplex my creative abilities.
As with most pieces my creative ability is based on my traveled journey, not an epiphany, from delving into my psyche or subconscious. My journey has matured so I was ready to address this Redwood that I knew quite intimately.
The bent and rippled grain of the curly Redwood now had a story; the warmer ocean currents of the Pacific off Northern California. The current that the albacore travel crossed the path of my journey. Designed so well for fluid speed, man just had to imitate its engineering and so I too chose to expose the wonder of the albacore. With that block of curly redwood, I found the bent and fractured light on the Pacific's blue green water and the rippled wake of speed that the albacore leaves even if it's only for a split second.
Rippled Speed














