Poetry of Objects

Words on Wood

Often Etsy has inspiring videos on their blog for all of us sellers and buyers to be inspired by.  I wind up hitting repeat frequently.  I watch some of these videos with my family.  I find deep inspiration that comes from watching and hearing other artists.  This video with Josh Vogel is from Scout.  You will love it.

Josh Vogel from The Scout on Vimeo.

 PoetryofObjects sells many things made from wood.  The feelings I have for the stories behind these objects is best described here by Josh.  When I travel about, looking for vintage treasures, I have a deep feeling for the workmanship that has gone into the creation of that object.  I think of the maker.  I think of the people that have used this object of beauty.  These words are worth returning to.  If you create anything...a family, a piece of art, craftwork, a styled setting with a story...you are embracing the brief moment in time of going backwards...and building your story into the very fabric of what you are creating.

such small hands...

Poetry of Objects is so named because I love poetry.  I think all of life is a poem that we are all creating with each step, with each breath.  All of the artists are creating poetic works of art to me.  I see poems in the clouds.  I see poems in all of the worlds.  I can imagine PoetryofObjects creating a poem for environments, for ceremonies, for celebrations, for homes and spaces.  Today on Etsy Yokoo shares an inspiring video.  I love the line from the e.e.cummings poem that she quotes.  I've decided to add it the sidebar of my blog to remind me of her.  Here is the video if you haven't seen it.

Handmade Portraits: YOKOO from Etsy on Vimeo.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Share a poem if you like...