A New Start As happens with many of my endeavors that have involved new knowledge, techniques, skills and even ways of thinking, there came a moment a few years back when I stopped concentrating on mechanics and "the rules" of turning vessels just long enough to catch a whiff of a more artistic sensibility wafting through my humble shop. For just a moment preoccupation with the physical manipulation of turning tools became a secondary concern, and in that moment, in spite of myself, I gave over my trust to the beauty of form, color, and texture that was unfolding before my eyes in this genius piece of wood (Osage Orange from a downed giant in the Boydville Historic District in Martinsburg, WV). I will make hundreds - perhaps a thousand - less glamorous, but hopefully well-formed bowls in my time. I believe with experience I'll make a few that please me more than this one as well. But only once - just this once - will I be able to point to a bowl and say "that's where I began asking at least some of the right questions," and, I fancy, began learning to surrender to the whispered voices locked away within a piece of wood.