So here’s the first carving I made since the big shake-up at the Artists’ Guild, which doesn’t mean anything to you because I hardly even bother keeping up with this thing. In fact I’m not sure if this post is even going to work.
So one time I was knee deep in the river that runs through Waipiʻo Valley, helping my friend scatter the ashes of his young son in the water. OK. That was random. But there was this old Hawaiian man with us and he said something very comforting. He told us what Waipiʻo means. It means circling water. Not like in a whirlpool. But like how it comes down as rain, and falls off the cliffs in those long waterfalls, and runs down the valley in the river and out to sea, where it goes back up into the sky and starts the cycle all over again. What a good thought to have when you’re saying goodbye to a daerly departed, as he winds his way out into the waves.
After I was finished carving this piece, the name of it seemed obvious to me: Waipiʻo
This started as one fat piece of cowbone and now itʻs four pieces all linked together. Pretty steep learning curve, but it ended up alright.