What’s the Point?

What’s the Point?

For me, my pencil point is very much the same as a chisel edge and saw teeth, they might need to, can be and should now and then be sharpened slightly or majorly differently––sharpened to task, as it were. Legalism has always choked off creativity. I think it always will. Following fixed and rigid rules…

How Opinions Confuse the Issues

How Opinions Confuse the Issues

I’m never quite sure that people always get it but I do understand and admire the willingness of those who want to be a solution for others. I’ve written about how little many opinions really count in the reality of life though. Often, in more recent times than ever before, I’ve found a marked increase…

Allowing Time to Master Your Working

Allowing Time to Master Your Working

Growing woodworking skills to become an owned and well-earned craft takes time. For hand tool woodworking there is no substitute. With hand tool woodworking you cannot extract yourself from the whole high demand process by sending wood along fences, into power feeds or along alignment jigs like power router guides that cut dovetails in place…

I’m Doing Okay!

I’m Doing Okay!

Just an update. My fourth day recovering and with an incident like this your mind returns to the moment trying to make sense of what happened. What stands out most is not the incident of aggression but the subsequent kindnesses of those stopping Samaritans coming to me in my hour of need to lift my…

Quiet & Rest for a While

Quiet & Rest for a While

Paul’s workshop will be temporarily falling silent. On Thursday 21st of March Paul was assaulted. He was pushed from his bike as he cycled home at the end of the day. Police are aware and investigating. Paul has three broken ribs. He is in good spirits and receiving all the medical help he needs. He…

We Sold The Box

We Sold The Box

Some of you will have noticed that we offered one of my boxes for sale on eBay and that the money raised, £640, went to support the work at a local preschool my granddaughter attended for two years before starting primary school. We were glad to be able to do this and decided to do…

It Was Just a Dream . . .

It Was Just a Dream . . .

. . . Or Was It a Vision The day was just about starting with the usual hint of the bright sunshine Texas is known for. I’d loaded the U-Haul box trailer with my display panels and furniture pieces to drive to the small town called Mesquite, Texas the night before. Mesquite’s only fifteen miles…

Crispness

Crispness

Crispness comes in things we least expect––and then too, as if to surprise us the more, at times we least expect. There comes a sharpness to what we do that defies our ability to encapsulate what we feel yet undeniably it came from our own imperfect hands, causes us to stop, to hold our breath…

Own it or Make it!

Own it or Make it!

This box is my latest offering in box design. I was very pleased with the outcome and decided we should video its making for others to make. I cannot recall the timing of things but in the way of how all things often come together, my family wanted to contribute something in support of my…

Choosing a Wood

Choosing a Wood

How often we see figured grain and say how pretty that looks (and it does), imagine exposing such beauty and such wood to enhance a piece like the neck of a spoon, a ladle’s bowl. Why choose so for the back of a cello and a violin, its neck and scroll and more in the…