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Paper & wood Sculptures

Handmade paper and wood Poetry bird

from 425.00

Handmade paper and wood Poem bird, fully customisable order, completely handmade from scratch, please allow time for making. If you have a favourite bird/poem that you would like combined then please email me at zack@paperandwood.co.uk with what you have in mind, nothing is impossible!

Three display options:

£425 Bird on it’s own as a mobile

£475 Bird mounted above log

£495 Bird mounted inside Bell jar

This poetry bird is hand carved out of wood and all the feathers scissor cut and glued in place from aged paper with Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘If’ printed onto it. The bird is based on the Brown-Chested Jungle flycatcher.

From start to finish this bird takes around 50-60 hours to create, all the paper is coated in matt varnish afterwards to protect the paper from any damage. Each piece is also signed by Zack Mclaughlin.

The bird pictured is mounted above a log, onto which it is about to land, other options include the bird as a hanging piece, (with a hoop in it’s back) or displayed in flight within a Glass dome bell jar, please select from the options.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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