My identity as an artist took root when I was schooled by my uncle Nolan Chambers on a unique wood carving technique that he learned from his older brother Donald. My first creations were from patterns that Nolan shared. In a very short time I was making my own designs. My early pieces were created from plywood or whatever scraps I could find. Then I was blessed to discover Southern Lumber Company in San Jose, California. I was there for hours on my first visit, sifting through rows and stacks of diverse woods that I never knew existed. From Ash to Zebrawood, I connected with every piece of wood in the place. Some of that wood touched me. It was mind-blowing to consider that the piece of ebony in my hands may be a part of a tree that witnessed the birth of slavery in Africa. The slice of oak may have come from a tree that provided shade or shelter for the underground railroad. Maybe some mother’s child was hung from the Tennessee Pine. I was certain that trees have stories to tell and I was ready and willing to translate. As I reflected on my experience that night, these words exploded from my pen:
I chanced upon a once proud tree – all sliced and slaughtered on a shelf
At Southern Lumber Company – I heard Its voice and found myself
Could I fulfill Its destiny – to help its truth outlive its seeds
And did I dare accept its plea – to chronicle the history
Of sacred songs of birds of peace – that nested deep within its reach
Of sons of slaves whose eyes reflect – the memory of noose on neck
Of troubled waters left to wade – from hell to hope to better days
Once proud tree spoke clear to me – to help it stand strong and clear gain
Now I speak woodwordz!
