My identity as an artist began when I was schooled by my uncle Nolan Chambers on a unique wood carving technique that he learned from his older brother Donald Chambers…who learned it in prison.  My first artistic efforts were duplicates of my uncles’ work, created from scrap lumber.   An inspirational turning point was my first visit to Southern Lumber Company in San Jose, California where I became entranced as I discovered exotic woods from ash to zebra.  The smells, colors, textures, grain patterns, and country of origin sparked my imagination.   What if this piece of African Ebony wood witnessed the birth of slavery?  Maybe this slice of Oak provided shade for the underground railroad. Was some mother’s child hung from this Southern Pine?   I knew that these tree fragments had powerful stories to tell, and I was forever compelled to translate on their behalf. 

I chanced upon a once proud tree – All sliced and slaughtered on the shelf.

At Southern Lumber Company – I heard its voice and found myself.

Could I fulfill its destiny – To make its truth outlive its seeds? 

And did I dare accept its plea – To chronicle the history?

Of sacred songs of birds of peace – That nested deep within its reach.

Of sons of slaves whose eyes reflect – The memory of noose on neck.

Of troubled waters left to wade -From hell to hope to brighter days.

Once proud tree whispered to me – To help it stand strong and bold again.

Now I speak Woodwordz!