Steel, Stone, Wood, and Words: Raw materials for the forge.
Working in the arts has been a nearly lifelong ambition. Like so many striving artists, the realization of that ultimate creative expression has taken a back seat to the world's demanding expectation that one should pursue a sensible career. Fortunately the sensible career was a good fit. Teaching seemed to be a natural talent and it worked well for me, as well as for many of my students. There are probably many among us who have not been comfortable and satisfied with their substituted vocations. And for some there may not even be any recognition that there was a lurking longing to go after the real work of a lifetime. But I am thankful that now I am in a situation that permits sharing my real work.
The sculpture is on its way. Unexpedcted delays have raised their ugly head, but many of them are being resolved. Hopefully I will have a photo gallery of sculptures in the near future. In the meantime please visit the collection of my illustrated poems in The MCF Gallery, as well as the complete collection of MCF poetry. The poems are short and pithy, frequently using puns to simplify the expression and enhance the meaning and interpretations. They are available for purchase at MCF Poetry Collection. Sculpture or Poetry: It all comes out of the forge.

Poem of the Week
Depletion We are spoiled parents and guardians of our planet. The global oil companies whine and stomp their corporate feet before us in a tantrum of greed; and we mollify them with an allowance: a payoff to get them out of our faces. Then they come back and whine and stomp all over us again and demand an increase in their allowance or more leniency in regulations and oversight. We give in and it starts all over again. They get what they want and we are powerless to deny them their "rightful due".
What's left for us is to look to the future, hopefully the near future when the many cry, "All is lost!" and a few cheer the manic cry, "Oil is lost!". Is the proper response, "We have no energy to go on," or the futile sound of depression, "We have no energy to go on."?
Neither choice moves us forward. The surest way to reenergize is innovation, the development of alternative energy sources accompanied by the lifestyle and cultural changes that will certainly usher us into a brighter and cleaner world.
Updated July 4, 2010
Depletion
I see tomorrow
as a few
cheer the manic cry
Oil is lost!
We have no energy
to go on.
© 2006 Jon Holland
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