Mystery Timber Big Brother Little Brother Pair

$150.00

Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. These limited pieces from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be two others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. This was my second attempt at working with this timber and I learnt a lot. The shape of the forms, finish of the timber and burnt bark are representative of this growth.

Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. But man more than one person must like these. When I turned them I felt they should be related as if they are two parts of the same whole, a big brother and a little brother. The little brother rolls around, exuding a relentless energy, constantly moving. He is clean, innocent without a wrinkle or crack in sight. While the younger displays youthful abandon, the older brother is starting to show the slight cracks and strains of responsibility. His colouring has darkened slightly and he seems tired almost shrunken by the weight of life. Both are nearly identical, yet the subtle differences tell a story of life.

The piece of mystery timber these art forms were made from originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. (This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨...) After much cleaning, organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, the branch arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.

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Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. These limited pieces from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be two others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. This was my second attempt at working with this timber and I learnt a lot. The shape of the forms, finish of the timber and burnt bark are representative of this growth.

Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. But man more than one person must like these. When I turned them I felt they should be related as if they are two parts of the same whole, a big brother and a little brother. The little brother rolls around, exuding a relentless energy, constantly moving. He is clean, innocent without a wrinkle or crack in sight. While the younger displays youthful abandon, the older brother is starting to show the slight cracks and strains of responsibility. His colouring has darkened slightly and he seems tired almost shrunken by the weight of life. Both are nearly identical, yet the subtle differences tell a story of life.

The piece of mystery timber these art forms were made from originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. (This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨...) After much cleaning, organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, the branch arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.

Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. These limited pieces from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be two others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. This was my second attempt at working with this timber and I learnt a lot. The shape of the forms, finish of the timber and burnt bark are representative of this growth.

Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. But man more than one person must like these. When I turned them I felt they should be related as if they are two parts of the same whole, a big brother and a little brother. The little brother rolls around, exuding a relentless energy, constantly moving. He is clean, innocent without a wrinkle or crack in sight. While the younger displays youthful abandon, the older brother is starting to show the slight cracks and strains of responsibility. His colouring has darkened slightly and he seems tired almost shrunken by the weight of life. Both are nearly identical, yet the subtle differences tell a story of life.

The piece of mystery timber these art forms were made from originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. (This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨...) After much cleaning, organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, the branch arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.

These pieces have been hand turned on the lathe by yours truly, burnt in reference to their history (as you would know if you have read the description) by yours truly and finished with linseed oil and beeswax by you guessed it… my sister.

They are both approximately 14cm tall, 10cm wide and according to my kitchen scales weighs 600grams each.