Despite how it typically feels, progress can be made.
The gentleman who commissioned these stools wanted curly maple seats (he also didn’t wanted the turned stretchers), so before going to my usual lumber sources I reached out to Timm @hidden.quarry.artisans. He’s sort of a legend in the world of building anything, but he also mills some pretty exceptional stuff and was generous enough to sell me the curliest maple I’ve just about ever seen from his personal stash. Thank you Timm! Check him out. And does anyone else find it just about impossible to photograph furniture with your phone? Nothing ever looks the way it actually does. The perspective is always weird and either the details are lost or the form is (usually both). Where is the app that works for 3D objects?
#tbt I nearly knocked a finished stool off my bench today and it reminded me of this guy. I build this demilune back at #nbssboston and right after I rubbed out one of the last coats of shellac, I flipped it right-side-up on a it up on a table, turned around to get something, and heard a horrible crash. The slate top wasn’t in, but it landed directly on its back corner, denting the wood rim and that brass corner bead that runs around that edge. A bit of terror, but nothing broke (✊) and I got it all smoothed out. Then it sold a couple weeks later at Craft Boston. So maybe there is some luck to be found in tragedy. 🤔 Lots of learning with this table, but apparently I still need to learn to watch out around pieces with high potential energy.
I like to leave the marks I used during construction on my work - where it isn’t easily seen, of course. I, a human, chose each of these pieces for a reason and paired them with each chair (in this case) for a reason, and I feel like this sort of gives evidence of that. I guess that’s why I also like to sign my name - rather than stamp or brand it; each piece is personal, anything other than my signature would seem out of place. For better or for worse, I’m responsible for all of this.
Companionship metaphor. (But I’m the taller one in real life.)
Check out their album release show this weekend (standing room only).
Heart pine and oxidized oak. Warm and cool. Soft and angular. Uhh, Bill and Ted. Excellent.
Real time glue up, with wedges. And remember, the key to success is to wobble your head around a lot.
All (64) mortises flared for wedges. Not my favorite thing to do, but an important part of the finished piece.
New personal record: 10 chairs in the van. It’s all in the upholsterer’s hands now. (To which patron saint should I pray to guide his staple gun?)
More sanding and finishing today. This was before that started and I was by myself in the shop getting a little stir crazy. But it is fun to see how shapes interact.
Have y’all seen the end of “The Chairs”? Freaks me out every time.
It really hasn’t been until the crest rail joinery was done (so I could lop off that large reference on the front of the posts) and the crest rail was glued in (so I could wind the fronts and backs into of the posts to meet the sweep of the crest rail) that the lines of these chairs have fully revealed themselves - now I just need to do it 7 more times. Any guesses as to which of the tables I built last year that these are pairing with?
Been exploring in Santa Fe for a few days. Amazing landscapes, architecture, and art. Could have spent all day in this gallery with #gustavebaumann - beautiful examples of what else wood can do.
1) Draw it. 2) Build it. One more part, but I guess that’ll be a 2019 thing. Happy New Year all.
It’s a little different, yes, but I like to think of it as a watchful guardian. 16/4 mahogany, turned and carved. (And I’m lucky to have a sister who appreciate “unique” gifts.) Hope everyone has a restful day.
Santa’s workshop is in full swing, and the dining chairs are close to presentable, but thought I’d post these dudes since they’ve been guilting me for a few months now - their commissioned brethren got delivered months ago and they’ve been neglected ever since. I’ll order more leather one of these days.
I feel like I’m running a marathon in 100 yard sprints. Another day working, just not on the stuff that pays. I was told that as an adult things that needed to be done would come at a nice steady pace of one at a time - seems I’m either not an adult or I misunderstood what I was getting myself into.
As the old saying goes: some days you build furniture, some days you repaint your ceiling because the other white wasn’t really white after all and you’ve been sleeping at someone else’s house for 4 nights more than you told them you needed to and need to get out of there.