September Guest Artist Tim Rand

A childhood spent learning the ways of the wood is a childhood bestspent. My grandfather taught me, maybe not in words but actions, that the outdoors and particularly the woods are a sanctuary, where thoughts can fully form and memories can be closer in distance than time permits.

The subject of all of these pieces winds its way back to those heady days of summer I spent

with Old Man Rand. He was a unique character, wrought from a different cloth. He raised bees

in the backyard and drank homemade tea with their sweet honey. His ancient hands were a

snarl, formed from a long lifetime of felling trees and chopped wood.

We planted chestnuts along lonesome country roads and deep in groves of his well trodden

woodlot in hopes of a renaissance of that noble American tree.

His greatest lesson was just that - we are stewards of the land and earth. We come, we go and

nature can cure all that ails our souls.