A diagonal shelf system for mid-sized ceramics done in ash, purpleheart and highly figured walnut.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Finally got around to correcting the image for this version of the Koshou bench in Mahogany and curly maple
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The... dynamic creative interplay... between Craig and Betsy resulted in this "Shameless Symmetry" wall shelf for small, precious pots. Walnut, ash, purpleheart. 17" wide, 26" tall, 3.5" deep
Monday, July 18, 2011
Rolling bench built for and designed by J. Goldberg. Ash, stained cherry, and steel. 34"x16"x18". Taken for its first test ride by my new favorite model - the Paigikins.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
"Tana" cabinet. (Named after the Japanese word for "shelf") 55" tall, 21" wide and 8" deep. Cherry throughout with ash interior shelves and purpleheart pegs and wedges. Glass and japanese rice paper door panel.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The "Crane" lamp. 8',6" tall and 10' long. Adjustable in all directions. LED lights last for 50,000 hours. Perfect for dining or group seating areas. Functional kinetic sculpture.
Desk lamp and Crane lamp details
Monday, March 21, 2011
Cherry dresser for Rob Kalin. Paigikins not included.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Asian inspired queen bed for the Poseys. Black walnut with an attractive slab of figured myrtle for the headboard.
The tools are new, but the craft hasn't changed much in the last few centuries. Most days start with a hike straight out my door and into the mountains with my dog, Chica leading the way. The rest of the day is spent in the shop, hopefully crafting things of lasting beauty.
The modes vary: Loose and unhindered by practicalities in the design phase. The puzzle master/engineer while laying out the joinery. Carefully picking wood for stability and character. The drudgery of grunt mill work. Methodically laying out precise cut lines. Patiently creating the puzzle pieces. The satisfaction of seeing a piece first take form during dry assembly. Loosening up again to introduce curves and give the piece a human touch. The monotony of sanding. The sometimes terrifying race against rapidly (and irreversibly) drying adhesives. The appreciation of color and form as penetrating oils first bring the grain back to vibrant life. An ambivalent farewell as it leaves the shop for good.
...Or sometimes I'm just cursing at a piece of machinery that refuses to cooperate.