I built a coffee table out of a piece of very wormy Spalted Maple and put an epoxy finish on it.
It was bought by a Doctor who put it in her waiting room. I received an email
from her yesterday and this is what she said.
I want to share an experience I had this morning which shows what an impact your craftsmanship can have. A regular client of mine arrived and saw your Spalted Maple table in my waiting room. (Why she had not noticed it before today, cuz it was in the same place since Christmas, I don't know.) She says, as she runs her hand over it. "Wow that is
Beautiful." I say nothing, invite her in, and we have an emergency session. She was here with multiple burdens
including being sexually harassed and "come on to at work", and her boss questioning her integrity. Her teenage daughter, visiting family overseas, just got raped. Her mother is seriously in debt. She unloads all these
concerns, crying but states quietly that she believes God will work these things out. I then walk back to the table with her, and tell her how the artist, Larry, found this wood with all the worms, and fungi, and bugs, and gave it TLC and look
how beautiful it is now. She weeps even more and says, "Ah, God can do that with my life. What a beautiful picture.
So thank you again. Your table keeps on giving.
Blessings, Dr. Julie
I don't consider myself an artist. Our work (all of us) can have an impact on others.
It was bought by a Doctor who put it in her waiting room. I received an email
from her yesterday and this is what she said.
I want to share an experience I had this morning which shows what an impact your craftsmanship can have. A regular client of mine arrived and saw your Spalted Maple table in my waiting room. (Why she had not noticed it before today, cuz it was in the same place since Christmas, I don't know.) She says, as she runs her hand over it. "Wow that is
Beautiful." I say nothing, invite her in, and we have an emergency session. She was here with multiple burdens
including being sexually harassed and "come on to at work", and her boss questioning her integrity. Her teenage daughter, visiting family overseas, just got raped. Her mother is seriously in debt. She unloads all these
concerns, crying but states quietly that she believes God will work these things out. I then walk back to the table with her, and tell her how the artist, Larry, found this wood with all the worms, and fungi, and bugs, and gave it TLC and look
how beautiful it is now. She weeps even more and says, "Ah, God can do that with my life. What a beautiful picture.
So thank you again. Your table keeps on giving.
Blessings, Dr. Julie
I don't consider myself an artist. Our work (all of us) can have an impact on others.
