Legs, Blueskies and textured life
I turned for a living at one time, combining my furniture making skills with lathe turning gave me bread and butter turnings I sold from the studio at my workshop and this gave me additional small-scale products I sold for income. I chose my home and workshop on a tourist route and that brought in primary income during the visitor season, which then was spring and early summer. Small turnings in the form bowls vases and other hollow vessels meant pricings within the range of $5-100. Easier cash to part with than $5,000 for a music chest or a king-sized poster bed in say walnut. I also turned for other woodworkers but this wasn’t because I particularly liked turning, more because it was fast and I could supplement my income and bread-and-butter cash flow.
Surviving as a woodworker can be a difficult passage and especially for young people, unknowns really, and I hear all the time how impossible it is to do it. The trouble is, inside of me, I believe that it can. I mean, with the right spirit, inspiration, support they can. I would love to see regional cooperative websites people could go to to buy from local craftsmen and women.
Was it easier for me twenty, thirty years ago? I’m not sure if it was really. My wife was with me at the workshop most of the time and helped by wearing a wide range of hats in support of OUR business. We had four children still at home and we survived on what was sometimes very basic income throughout. Yes, we raised a garden for some of our food too, not always successful. kept chickens for meat and eggs, and made lifestyle decisions that took us off the conveyor belt in some measure and certainly more than most ever had opportunity to achieve.
Here, the skies are Bluesky’s
Every one of the legs in this cafe added texture to my life and the cafe itself. They came off the gouge and skew. Riding the bevel hard on the heel compressed and consolidated new-cut, open fibres on the end grain and the shavings from beneath the lathe and the lathe bed burnished the undulated surfaces. A beeswax concoction applied with shavings melted into the fibres and within a few days, weeks and year the surfaces were sealed with subsequent applications of beeswax. Paint came later. They were most of them painted at some time and then at other times they were dipped in stripping tanks of caustic soda, lye, and the beeswax was restored. Modern pieces had thicker tops with square corners. Our forebears had more sense because kitchens were workplaces and hips and the tops of legs caught on square corners. Square corners on legs broke off with mops and brooms hitting them and so round ones turned on the lathe kept cleaner surfaces and didn’t hinder the broom and mop as they worked the floor to cleanness. I found myself thanking the men that turned all of these legs and shaped the tables I sat amongst. Bix box stores don’t quite slice it with its cheapened life and textureless product if wastefulness. Bringing craft and workmanship home may take a paradigm swing, but it could just happen. I like textured tabletops and legs that look different everywhere I turn.
The breadman just left Bluesky and the cooks are baking cakes and making BLTs and vegetarian burgers on different stovetops. Chrissy, the owner is there cooking too.
Paul these glimpses into the world as you see it allow me to expand my own sense of possiblilities as i just get started working wood(actually re-starting after too many years)and building my collection of tools, – thank you for sharing your perspective. I, for one enjoy your presence online.
Very good observation, we are individuals and all different. I think this difference makes life worth living. Machines are very good at duplication, we as people in general are not good duplicators, but are creators. Let us create and not duplicate, because deep down I think our soul appreciates this difference, this uniqueness. This what makes one at a time creations so appealing and satisfying.
Paul, it has been a few days since I have read your blog, but it is always either informative or refreshing and restorative. Your line above, “Whereas it is easy just to counter a culture with words, it’s better to impress it with lived life,” particularly resonates with me. Often I find that life has a way of insidiously pulling a person in the current of modern culture, much like a large slow moving river. I appreciate your resolute stand, not necessarily against the culture, but rather for your beliefs. Keep it up!