Creando y construyendo mi guitarra, Sabas I
Fue una obra de arte entre el dolor, sangre y llanto.
Fue ella, quien fuera mi terapeuta tras los duros meses mientras me recuperaba de la tercera cirugía en la columna vertebral. Con 39 grapas quirúrgicas en la parte posterior de la espalda y 12 en la parte alterna derecha de los glúteos máximos.
Al menos esa era la parte visible y no todas las conexiones electrónicas trenzadas entre el sistema nervioso, después de que el cirujano removiera todas las piezas dañadas del estimulador de la espina vertebral cual hubiese sido implantado en mi cuerpo 8 años atrás.
Sin la habilidad de poder a recostarme y poder solo sentarme de lado izquierdo, pero si reclinarme hacia adelante para alijar. Y fue así, logrando a través de la meditación reconfigurar la mente y trascendentalmente desviar todo el dolor muscular y la picazón de las grapas en mis espaldas y redirigirlos hacia los brazos las manos, y a los dedos, sin el uso de drogas y estupefacientes o narcóticos.
Así poder concentrarme a alijar por horas y horas con tela alámbrica fina. Pure therapy. Varías intentos hubiesen sido antes los intentos en completar este proyecto de mi guitarra y cada vez fuese más intimidante dicha proposición.
Esta vez, sin mucho que perder y todas las de ganar, me embarqué al reto personal. Los minutos convertidos a horas, horas a días y días, cuales volaban entre semanas, a meses, de alijar y pulir con aceite, hasta el sentir que la madera recogía gradualmente un sonido más similar al caparazón de tortuga pulida y no de la madera fina. Y al sonarla con cuerdas parecía gemir y arrullar de alegría en canto nota por nota y cuerda por cuerda aún desafinada.
De allí de ese esfuerzo es de donde nace esta obra de arte musical, mi guitarra del dolor. Al cual yo simplemente la llamo, “old blue Jean.”
She was my therapist, following recovery from back surgery numb3, during the summer of 2015.
With 39 surgical staples in my back, and still bleeding. Damaris having to constantly change my dressing every hour, then q2hr. Our good friend and pastors (RIP) Rev. Edwin Ayala’s wife, Doris Ayala, coming over to assist, when Damaris was unable to obtain such day off, due to the importance in her work, etc.
As usual, I decided to no longer remain a victim, but take matters in hand as best as one could.
I couldn’t lean backwards, couldn’t sit up in a chair, could not lay on my back. I was in constant pain. I then realized I could in fact lean forward with ease. Since I could lean forward with ease, I finally put her together, (this DIY) guitar kit, I had purchased for myself, the previous Father’s Day, the year before. So, I began sanding with sandpaper, then with steel wool, while steadily applying gun stock oil.
Ditched all pain pills and concentrated on the steady work ahead.
Managing to redirect the pain and constant burning and itching from the staples down to my muscles and through my fingers, minutes to hours, hours turned into days, and days turned to weeks. I used gentle drips of water based ink instead of paint, thus giving her an even better sound, since the ink and oils seeped through the wooden fibers, therefore, the hollow body almost sounding like an acoustic when being strummed unplugged.
At the end of the journey, I had a brand new unique guitar, almost a full pack of abs through much leaning forward, new muscle throughout my fingers, and arms far less pain and no longer in need of pain pills. I’d also learned to stretch leaning forward to ease the vertebral nerve pain and soothes the disc.
Although my back still itch. Surgeon had gone on vacations and his covering physician wanted no part of messing with my back. Endured a couple more weeks of intense itching, but I could also blocked out with my strumming and finger picking. To this day I still stretch and give thanks each morning for learning these stretches by which through a guitar kit, had changed my life. Doris Ayala Damaris Whittaker
Creating and building The Sabas I.
Not painted, inked, gun stock oil, steel wool and lots n lots of elbow grease, for a quality hollow body sound- including when unplugged.
She was my therapist, following recovery of back surgery numb3, during the summer of 2015.
With 39 surgical staples in my back, and still bleeding. Damaris having to constantly change my dressing every hour, then q2hr. Our friend and pastors wife, Doris Ayala, coming over to assist, when Damaris couldn’t get that day off, due to the importance in her work, etc.
As usual, I decided to take matters in hand as best as I could.
I couldn’t lean backwards, couldn’t sit up in a chair, could not lay on my back. I Was in constant pain. I then realized I could in fact lean forward with ease. Since I could lean forward with ease, I finally put her together, (this DIY) guitar kit, I had purchased for myself, the previous Father’s Day, the year before. So, I began sanding with sandpaper, then with steel wool, while steadily applying gun stock oil.
Ditched all pain pills and concentrated on the steady work ahead.
Managing to redirect the pain and constant burning and itching from the staples down to my muscles and through my fingers, minutes to hours, hours turned into days, and days turned to weeks. I used gentle drips of water based ink instead of paint, thus giving her an even better sound, since the ink and oils seeped through the wooden fibers, therefore, the hollow body almost sounding like an acoustic when being strummed unplugged.
At the end of the journey, I had a brand new unique guitar, almost a full pack of abs through much leaning forward, new muscle throughout my fingers, and arms far less pain and no longer in need of pain pills. I’d also learned to stretch leaning forward to ease the vertebral nerve pain and soothes the disc.
Although my back still itch. Surgeon had gone on vacations and his covering physician wanted no part of messing with my back. Endured a couple more weeks of intense itching, but I could also blocked out with my strumming and finger picking. To this day I still stretch and give thanks each morning for learning these stretches by which through a guitar kit, had changed my life.
Thank you, Doris Ayala Damaris Whittaker
