#carving into wood

[classicmemorialbenches]

Memorial Bench Inscription Ideas

service for memorial bench inscriptions and pay close attention to the design and layout. Our inscriptions are deeply carved into the hardwood, creating a beautiful shadow effect, and do not need to be darkened.

Here are some ideas for memorial bench inscriptions:

Remembered with love and cherished forever.

A life well lived, a heart well loved.

Always in our thoughts, forever in our hearts.

You will be deeply missed, but your memory will live on.

Your memory is a treasure we hold in our hearts.

In memory of a beloved

[sp00ntaneous]

'Snake' wooden spoon carved in Sapele wood.

[apokrify]

St Wendreda is a 14th-century church famous for its “angel roof”, featuring 120 carved figures of martyrs, apostles, saints, and angels. The ornaments were created either at the end of the 15th century or in the first quarter of the 16th century.

[yellydany]

Commission for @iincossu ! Carved dragon🌿🍂

Loved finding a way to design this one!

[oyabuncongress]

If I Had Hashirama Senju’s powers.

[kenjakusbraincum]

Sukuna is old. He is also weirdly cultured for the monster that he is. With so much time on his hands, he loves indulging in arts and literature, and as with everything else he tries, he's good at it. You wouldn't know this, of course, you are only his pet. The time you spend with him is limited and hardly consists of intellectual conversation. You are there to serve one purpose and you know that quite well. So when you wake up in his bed one morning, two things come as a surprise. First that you're even here. It's one of those rare occasions when Sukuna couldn't be bothered kicking or carrying you out of his chambers once your time together was up. Second, he's awake, bent over his desk and so concentrated on a little figurine in his hand that he doesn't immediately notice you've shuffled awake. Once your eyes focus, you see that he's holding a tool in his other hand. He's carving wood. You're almost hypnotized by the scene. The scene feels so private that even for a pet like you, who knows Sukuna in the most intimate way, it feels like you shouldn't be watching. But you can't look away.

"Awake?", he asks, without sparing a glance at you. You apologize for staring, and look for your clothes around the bed. You throw them on just precisely enough to cover up until you reach your chambers, just wanting to be as quick and innocuous as possible. You wait for Sukuna's approval to leave. He gives you a simple nod, once more avoiding to look at you. You leave feeling conflicted. Special, because he allowed you to stay and watch (even as little as you did), but saddened because he barely looked at you, once more solidifying in your mind that you're only interesting to him when you're naked and bent over. As long as you've been here, you could never stop wishing for his validation.

Sukuna knows when you get insecure too. He notices the way your eyes droop, the way you close in on yourself and seem absent in his presence. He justifies this excessive worry about you by telling himself he likes to be the only thing that bothers his pets. All the way until he realized he already is the only thing that can make you sad. This realization falls upon him one time he lashes out on you and sees the immediate change of heart on your face. Now, he isn't one to apologize, especially not to someone who is as low under him as his pet. But why does he feel guilty when he sees this one act of his ruin your day? When he catches a glimpse of you sitting in the garden with your head hung low, or leaving more food on your plate than you usually do. If only you knew the way you really made him feel.

He beckons you to his chambers, and you follow three steps behind him like a good pet does. You didn't expect this time to be any different than others. You've become used to serving Sukuna on days you loved him and on days you hated him. But when he tells you to close your eyes, you know something is different. You obey, of course, and listen to his footsteps as he fetches something from the room. His hand takes yours and opens it, placing a piece of wood onto your palm. You already know, but you wait for him to allow you to open your eyes. He lightly presses his thumb on your cheek under your eye, and when you look, you find a small wooden fawn, curled up and asleep in your hands.

"Master!!..", you start, but nothing else can leave your mouth. You turn the figure around in your hand, inspecting and admiring the details. He's given you gifts before, but not ones carved by his own hand. Not ones made with love.

"You don't have to squint anymore.", Sukuna says, almost jokingly. But his face is as serious as ever as he looks at you, his muse. He thinks of the first time he's exhausted you to the point of passing out right after your nightly meetings. You were relatively new and very unsure of your safety. He thinks of your small body curled up in sleep on the edge of his bed, knees pressed to your chest in a primal, subconscious attempt to protect yourself. His little pet, his fawn.

You slur on and on about how beautiful it is, how you don't know how to thank him, the usual when you receive a gift. And as usual, Sukuna shuts you up with a kiss. You welcome it and wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself in to him and letting him take you to the bed.

And he takes things slow tonight. He's gentle and so, so giving. Every sensation is delicate, prolonged and heightened to exhaustion. You cling to him, pull him impossibly close, and come apart under the comforting weight of him. Afterwards, you hold his hand to your face and kiss it softly. His hands, so large and strong, capable of such violence, yet for you they craft gifts, cradle, caress, love... in a very subtle and distant way, of course. With these thoughts your hands slip away from his, you turn around and quickly drift off.

He looks at you now, sleeping so close to him. Trusting him with your back, and turning your curled up form to the outside world. As if he is no longer a perceived danger. He smiles to himself in victory, and plants a chaste kiss to your shoulder to wish you one final goodnight.

[wolfythewitch]

hi wolfy! do you have many thoughts on jesus christ superstar? :)

I think it's super interesting how Jesus gets to be selfish in the musical. And how they take iconic verses and reword them, from "For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink." To "For all you care this wine could be my blood. For all you care this bread could be my body." It's Soo interesting

They never even really get to the resurrection, kinda cutting it off at his death. Throughout the musical they question his divinity, and like how much of him is man, how much of him is god, how much of him is just his reputation. It's fun!

[yebreed]

Old Chinese houses are an inexhaustible creative space in terms of wooden interiors. To me, something alike is associated with childhood memories of a countryside house in Zhejiang.

Photo: ©遗产君

[whispertree-coll]

tried out blockbench for the first time

[vintagehomecollection]

The entry cloister, with vaulted roof, looking toward the entrance. A glazed metal door to the central patio is to the right, and the door to the living room can be seen on the left. The lanterns are from the Mizner studio.

The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995

[classicmemorialbenches]

what is the best protection for wooden garden memorial benches?

When it comes to protecting wooden garden memorial benches, there are several options you can consider. Here are some of the best protection methods:

✅Sealants

✅Stains

✅Varnishes

✅Paint

✅Regular maintenance

Remember that the best protection method for a wooden garden memorial bench may vary depending on factors such as the type of wood, climate, and personal preferences. Consider consulting with a local expert or the manufacturer for specific recommendations based on your unique circumstances.

[sp00ntaneous]

'S-S-S-Spoon' ~ Wooden spoon carved in Lacewood. This was the first snake spoon I carved.

[desimonewayland]

Hands of Saint Ginés de la Jara (detail), about 1692, Luisa Roldán. Polychromed wood (pine and cedar) with glass eyes

Getty Museum

[retrogamingblog2]

Wood Carved Gamecube Games made by Pigminted

[katribou]

máthair

[ink-the-artist]

look at my spoons boy