tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31606752910244312732011-11-27T15:28:12.425-08:00The Finest Quality Big Timber in the World.Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160675291024431273.post-28441114825180362562007-09-04T11:21:00.000-07:002007-09-04T11:26:12.835-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/Rt2iaM8o9XI/AAAAAAAABZE/UbrDuObJVz0/s1600-h/seedmagizine.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/Rt2iaM8o9XI/AAAAAAAABZE/UbrDuObJVz0/s200/seedmagizine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106416123543876978" /></a><br />What is the meaning of life? Or how does one ask the question when there are no known answers. The question becomes the experience. The experience is life. Must a tree know anything, or just be the tree, <a href="http://seedmagazine.com/">the seed once was</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3160675291024431273-2844111482518036256?l=thefinesttimber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160675291024431273.post-34049235916078819142007-08-05T04:39:00.000-07:002007-08-05T04:58:24.346-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/RrW5sKRM8YI/AAAAAAAABYg/0uKYroLEKvM/s1600-h/BigTimberseed.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/RrW5sKRM8YI/AAAAAAAABYg/0uKYroLEKvM/s200/BigTimberseed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095182721761472898" /></a><br /><br />In the beginning is <a href="http://www.edenproject.com/arts/2851.html">the seed</a>. That which is the mother and the father of all existence. That which contains the creation of all time. We are all artists, born as creators of our own unique perspective and destinies. From a seventy ton 300 million year old rock a seed was sculpted and placed in Eden to be and act as the sympolic icon that it is. The seed is within. Listen, to the center of the heart of the womb, singing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3160675291024431273-3404923591607881914?l=thefinesttimber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160675291024431273.post-71349398746521220462007-08-04T08:16:00.001-07:002007-08-04T08:24:43.760-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/RrSY3KRM8XI/AAAAAAAABYY/sqAKX7sI14k/s1600-h/BigtimberPulse.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNge1QkD2GA/RrSY3KRM8XI/AAAAAAAABYY/sqAKX7sI14k/s200/BigtimberPulse.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094865151879606642" /></a><br /><br />The first step in beginning any project is to listen and look. I began the Big Timber project by looking around in all directions, and <a href="http://www.pulsethebook.com/index.php">Pulse</a> appeared before me. I took my first step in that direction and The Big Timber Game began.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3160675291024431273-7134939874652122046?l=thefinesttimber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160675291024431273.post-47981845473855408792007-07-13T17:26:00.000-07:002007-07-13T17:31:44.183-07:00Where can you go to...<br />to uncover THE SECRET <br />knowing that it hides <br />The Secret to the secret...<br /><br />Listen, Listen, Listen <br />to the songs of the Timber...<br />dance around the timber<br />passionately pure of innocence.<br /><br />Dance around and around and around<br />The Big Timber.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3160675291024431273-4798184547385540879?l=thefinesttimber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3160675291024431273.post-36111935249819199302007-07-13T15:33:00.000-07:002007-07-13T15:34:50.595-07:00Really can't be mentioned here, as it is a secret.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3160675291024431273-3611193524981919930?l=thefinesttimber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robert Allan Schueler, artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14822233113388013161noreply@blogger.com0