I realise that these posts are long, but we are invading the worlds of make believe benches, stepping off of the conveyor belt to fantasyland and getting into real woodworking again. To do that we have to have a real working bench that no one can really criticise as being useless, amateurish, fanciful, indulgent or stupid. Time was when a workbench was something you worked on; you cut with a saw on it, chopped on it, chiselled into it even. Sometimes you miscut and gouged it, maybe even once or twice
Working wood has a way of uniting people so uniquely I still find myself bemused by the happenings within woodworking spheres of creativity. I mean, I ask myself why people like myself never give up and other full-time woodworkers can’t wait to give it up and then on the other hand so many people will give up everything for three days to immerse themselves in woodworking (and dust) to build something difficult and demanding.
Of course I know the answer and it’s dead simple. They are, like
Working wood by hand is not old fashioned and it doesn’t have to be mere traditional at all.
Some times I regret seeing woodworkers dressed up in woodland clothes with baggy breeches and calico shirts tied loosely with leather thongs to create this rugged woodland-worker look in reenactment phase at renaissance fairs and such. It obviously conjures up a very false impression that hand tool woodworking is an old fashioned way of working wood and that the nostalgic is more important than the true
Getting off the conveyor belt post
Re getting off the conveyor belt I posted earlier. It’s unrealistic to think that everyone can follow a vocational calling whereby they earn there living full time from craft work. If the 13 million people that enjoy woodworking in the USA all became woodworkers earning their living from it they would soon find themselves broke, on the dole and homeless. On the other hand you can enjoy the challenges of making your own furniture, building your canoe or boat,
The sun setting over the New Legacy signs really meant something to me as I drove home last night. It meant a new legacy would now unfold that would be inclusive, inspiring and inviting. At last here we have something that represented creative training without exclusivity. We had created a place, a sphere of creativity and training, where skill could be passed on to others hitherto denied the possibility of studying under someone from a background as a lifelong working craftsman. Year after year