Longhorn Stampede – Intarsia Woodworking

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Longhorn Finished

I have just finished a new project that I am very excited about titled Longhorn Stampede. One of my favorite artist is Roberta Wesley. I often draw inspiration from her works. She has done a painting called “Day of the Horns” that I am very fond of, and this work inspired me to do a piece that I call Longhorn Stampede. In Roberta’s painting, the thing that draws me to it the most is the fact that the longhorn cattle seem to be running right towards you. To view Roberta Wesley’s work you can visit http://www.wesleyprints.com/index.html

I too wanted to create this illusion in my piece by layering the longhorns so that the very front longhorn is raised out of the picture the farthest and then each longhorn in the back ground is further and further back to created a 3D effect. I did this by starting with the center…

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God’s masterpiece is Mother !

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God took the fragrance of a flower…
The majesty of a tree…
The gentleness of morning dew…
The calm of a quiet sea…
The beauty of the twilight hour…
The soul of a starry night…
The laughter of a rippling brook…
The grace of a bird in flight…
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when his masterpiece was through
He called it simply – Mother.

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The Rose – Andre Rieu

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click on U-tube: Andre Rieu – The Rose. (Instrm.)
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The Rose Lyrics, a song made popular by Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river

That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger

An endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower

And you, its only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It’s the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul, afraid of dying

That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

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Second chances

Posed and Written

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There is a language.

A wordless – perfect understanding.

The inner makings that form pure joy.

The hallelujah – heart filled glory of achievement.

Through struggle, loss, redemption and back again.

You know when you’ve been there.

When relief comes in like a flood.

And wonder brings tears to your eyes.

A second chance.

And no words can do it justice.

Silent praise for when good comes through.

Soul stirring awe, when dreams are rescued.

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