In wood, painted and carved.

Life is like wood, some is soft and some is harder, like people. Wood can be painted, carved, sculptured and made into amazing works of art.

That's life, we can sculpt our own designs, the result will be what we have done with it. It depends on the decision we have made, what colour to paint and where to draw the strokes.

Life like wood can be carved and sculpted, and each work is ours. Sometimes it has details, sometimes it goes wrong and leaves marks. Marks on wood are difficult to remove, but it can be sanded and carved again.

Like wood, so genuine and beautiful, life is carved by our thoughts, actions and decisions. But we can make mistakes, so we can sand off what we can and carve it back. Sometimes there are traces of what was carved before, that is inevitable.

The good thing is to recognise that the line was not meant to go in that direction and try to amend or reform the carving. I thought something bad or negative, recognise and retract it. Change the line of the carving.

Wood, like life, can be painted, it is good to choose colours that give joy, that motivate us and when the work is beautiful, it also motivates others to follow its path. It is gratifying to be a motivating force for others.

Of course, it is up to others to choose the path they choose or how they carve their wood. The tools are in their hands.

Under a bridge, hidden from the view of most people, are some works that I found very original, carved in wood and with a metal frame.

A work in keeping with the place where it is located. Following the iron lines of the same structure.

A finding that surprised me because in the passage from one place to another with water running nearby to find such original works carved in wood is not common.

Small squares of wood carved with different shapes, lines, drawings and sometimes painted too.

Lines deeper than others, marks in the wood very pronounced as in life itself.

The shapes made in them give free rein to the imagination, as they seem to be abstract paintings and their shapes are very geometrical, so that everyone can see different things in them.

The mini-paintings were placed at different heights, sometimes as if they were arranged on a staircase. It made me think of the steps on the staircase of life, sometimes they go up, sometimes they go down and they are all important.

Each painting has a frame made of metal that joins the lines of the same material under the bridge and creates a harmonious whole with the environment.

They seem to be there for those who stroll through this place that joins two parts of a huge park but which is crossed by a road and a bridge has been made underneath to join a long artificial one.