Long months in the forging, this pounamu, or NZ greenstone aka nephrite, from the deep south of the South Island of New Zealand, was my Green Man, turned angsty Celtic Christian with a wounded foot, prophetic too because soon after carving it I broke my left heel... anyway, greenstone has a mind of its own, they say, going to the one it is intended for...just like a Ring of Power.... in a good way though... It is a stone of the heart, growth and peace.
ps- an example of the unpredictable pounamu ways is the Salmon of Knowledge I was carving... i put it in my shorts back pocket and went for a swim at Kaiti beach... it slipped out of my pocket into the sea. i looked for it long, and still keep an eye open for it on our beach walks. But I fancy it will one day go to a young apprentice ... .mine or another's... just as the magic of the Salmon of knowledge went to the apprentice, not the old man who had fished for it for 7 long years. Like that old man, I had to defer to the Higher Wisdom, the Spirit which blows where it will... For more serious carving and art for sale, and more on the Artist as an 'old' man, see www.peterharris.art..Soon I will boffer there casts in greenstone cement of the elusive Green Man himself... Meanwhile there is the Indian and bird, the Yggdrasil, ankhs, celtic crosses in bronze, paintings prints blank books... fertility goddeses, Guardian warriors...
