These wishbones are still made from time to time and smaller versions have been included in the Art-O-Mat Project (by Clark Whittington of Winston-Salem, NC) and have been sent to locations all over the world. While only a few wishbones have been reported to have been broken, it is interesting to note that many choose to keep theirs intact.

There is a family connection to woodcarving that was passed down from my father to me that is strong in this project and while the subject matter is fairly simple, it is one in which there is a sense of appreciation, joy, love, loss, repair, and respect. There is also a tradition to uphold that I so fondly recall from my youth as my father taught me how to first wood-carve small ducks when I was very young. This project feels like it completes a circle for me in giving back appreciation for one of the many talents he bestowed on me.

I take in each wishbone into me. It is said that sawdust stays in your lungs forever. If this is true, there is certainly the possibility that each wishbone is sanded with small particles entering my lungs and settling there forever. I like to think that with each wishbone made, a a small piece of sawdust has entered inside me, adding a small piece to me, while simultaneously taking a small piece of my health at the same time, again contributing to the beautiful tragedy that they contain.