I became bored of counting every letter and every hour. I seemed to suck some of the joy out of it. So this week I have tried to cultivate a more relaxed attitude. If you are interested I have carved about 70%. More or less on target. I took a few pictures as the autumn sunshine reached into the workshop and spilled over the stone.
The images relate beautifully to the T S Eliot quote around the outer edge. Text, image, light and letters finding a poetic synergy.
I was really pleased to have found this quote, as it seems to vividly capture the experience of the Cotswold landscape.
Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon
T S Eliot. “East Coker”, from the “Four Quartets”