Sunday, December 28, 2014

close


Oh the tides of season



the shorter days bring me into the shop


it's time to think about Xmas


and those impossible to please


I give you my all


please be humbled






















and when I am done with you


I will continue




 la crochet (removable)


 and the bench hook I've forever dreamed




oh, and Happy Holidays!


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

sisyphus



my weekends have been spent hunting down elusive slabs of wood
how many beauties I've passed
I'd have a garage full by now if I stopped to pick each rose


what I seek instead is one with straight, even grain
boring old pieces yellowed from the store's florescent daylight

as I plane the transformation is unspeakable
some have been hiding immaculate fiddleback
most of which will be concealed once again


with each new section, the original bench is dismembered
only a couple bits have given me any fight

I really didn't know that much back then

the only thing holding some of the sections together was a Masonite spline

amazing what you learn in a few years


I still need a bench


it's my feeble attempt to keep enough mass containing dog holes to continue work


right now the center section remains the original bench top
the tool trough will inhabit the right hand upper third
for me, the most rarely used parcel except for stashing my winding sticks and hold fasts


the mountain I alluded to earlier is that from my planes
an endless stream emanates from the various versions of my bench


so many surfaces!
and they must mate
at least as close as I am willing to take them
I remind myself that it is a bench
the only one who will look at it closely is myself
and that, I will
so any imperfection will nag at me forever

in creating three sections
or rather two new sections and wedging in an ever dwindling core of the original
I've been able to manage the wind that plagues a multiple lamination


the end vise has been properly installed as is currently in heavy use


and making high marks for both of its intended purposes


each face presents a new challenge
a new work out
some more aches
a couple blisters, though those are by now few and far between


and a hell of a lot more glue than I would have imagined


and no you are not imagining; the front apron is not pounded home
I can still get a flat bar in to pop it free and the whole top comes apart


oh
just a funny thought...

all those years ago I bored the dog holes 4 and a half inches apart
guess what the optimum distance based on the travel of the end vise is...





Thursday, September 11, 2014

toil


where do I begin to describe a week of work


dimensioning four pieces of hard maple


bench-sized pieces


it's one thing to flatten a board
take out the wind
make it an even thickness throughout
it's another entirely to mate it flawlessly to a second
now make all those faces add up to a bigger piece with no wind, warp or curl


are you confused yet?
I realize the images are not following the commentary
it's been a week
a lot's been done
many photos have been took
most of them boring


Monday
Tuesday
that's all a blur now


I keep thinking;
it's only five more boards
I can do a tool trough on the back quarter


then I get to planing


the majority of my week has been working through the planes


course
medium
smooth


the joinery is my rest period


 a time to think about details far in the future


just glad the band saw made it this far