Art wood - old wood. A bit of creativity #2

My gabriak

I always look for something underfoot and around me. I bring from the beach not only a tan, but also some stones, pieces of wood, shells. I bring roots and branches from the forest along with mushrooms. Ask me why I'm doing this. Just in case. These sticks should remind me of something. They are initially similar to something. Then I pick up knives and cutters and simply delete something extra. Recently, I have been working more and more often as a mini-drill

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Today I will show two more Gabriacs. Why do I call them Gabriaks? Maximilian Voloshin once caught a snag in the sea surf and brought her home. He called this root a gabriak and I like that name. It is incomprehensible.

I attached a paw to this eagle and put it on a stone. The rest of the form was given by the nature and waves of the Black Sea. This is a guest from Abkhazia New Athos.
When I varnished it, I realized that I was mistaken. But the train has already left

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Here in front of you is an old eucalyptus branch. They came to me from one beach. I twisted it in my hands, not knowing what to do with it. The branch is light, almost weightless. I wanted to see how she was inside. Gradually, some tubercles began to resemble something. Thus was born the one with whom the wind tore off clothes.
I still don’t understand why the mermaid needs clothes

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Thank you @creativecrypto for reminding me of the topic.

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