Dismantling the Past Part II
…reenactments, open the doors to past methods. My mentors, buried now a hundred years and more and long gone, live for me still to train me. It was an era…
…reenactments, open the doors to past methods. My mentors, buried now a hundred years and more and long gone, live for me still to train me. It was an era…
…strangely resembled the edge of a tin can when we used to open it with a multipurpose survival knife. I wondered how it would work and whether it was just…
…about it really, just a comment tossed over the shoulder as they walk away from any kind of accountability for it. “Too much glue!”, one says, and then, “Too little…
…just the weight though, there was no forklift in the company and the wood had to be lifted off, carried around a tight corner too sharp for the turn and…
…that. It’s more about shared lives than 16 workbenches and tools for students and such. To me it’s been about investment, developments and passing on all the things I’ve come…
…soul-searching because of holding a class on beginning woodworking. I’ve talked about this before somewhere. It led to the successful passage where I opened up teaching workshops for thousands of…
…two weeks led to an idea for a mortise guide and one I have more fully developed today. How did it happen? Walking across an open field on my way…
…they do come loose if the handle shrinks inside the hoop and the rattle is annoying and really not fixable without adding a gap-filling glue which inevitably turns loose again….
…as new furniture pieces to be made over the coming months and years. After three months of wall removal, foundation digging and rebuilding to create a blank canvass for me,…
…the other because each knew and understood that which somehow needed to remain unsaid. Old men, craftsmen, seemed to me humbled by work then. There was no competition between them,…
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