Yes, I know this post has nothing to do with books and writing. But’s it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want. Most writers, I expect, will attest to how difficult it is to sit down (or stand) to lay down some quality prose. It’s often painful. Sure, in the end, it’s fulfilling and even cathartic, on one level. But it’s hard. Ever writer needs to take a break and enjoy some other hobby, pastime, or outlet for their creative energies. As writers are artists, it should come as no surprise that many writers engage in other forms of art. I’ve dabbled with visual art for most of my life but never really took it seriously; have yet to take a formal course, outside of grade school art class; and have never pursued painting, drawing, sculpture or carving with a sustained commitment. Wait, I just remembered. I did take wood carving course when I was about 20. I’ve carved a few decoy-like duck models. Crafted a half-size loon that remains, today, on a bookcase in my parent’s home. Haven’t done any carving in years now though.
My brother has become a pretty fair carver and woodworker though. I chose to believe that I was an early inspiration. Check out his website and see some of his fine creations: http://www.finorfeather.com
So, for shits and giggles, I thought I’d share one of my “alternative” artistic endeavors. If anyone is paying attention, and has read my works, you’ll no doubt have noticed that I’m a huge Hemingway fan. Both Hermit of Carmel and Oak include a subtle reference to the man. So, without further ado, I give you: “Half a Hemingway”.