In February I carved my first spoons out of ash. The tree I harvested a branch from is one of the ones growing in the play yard of a community school I lived next to at Sunnyfield Farm. One day I brought the children over to circle around while I reverently made the cuts. I told them we would see how many spoons I could get out of this one branch! So far I've only completed two from it, but I have a couple more blanks roughed out.
The design of this one is special as the second one in which I made a continuous plane from the tilted lip of the bowl all the way up the sides to the tip of the handle. Continuity is an aspect I love to work into the spoons in different ways. It speaks of the infinite reality behind all things.
This one I gave as a birthday gift to a hero of mine named Joules Graves when I joined in an improv theatre performance outside the window of her room in the care facility where she was already on lockdown in the first wave of Covid19 in March.
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