Skill Is Mostly Judgement
I spent most of yesterday afternoon digging through a cardboard box in the corner of my studio, pulling out a series of failed chair joints that I’ve kept for nearly…
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I spent most of yesterday afternoon digging through a cardboard box in the corner of my studio, pulling out a series of failed chair joints that I’ve kept for nearly…
Read moreI have a shelf in the corner of my studio dedicated to the “almosts”—the joinery that was too ambitious, the wood species that turned out to be a mistake, and…
Read moreI was staring at a pile of expensive walnut scraps in my studio last Tuesday, wondering why the joint I’d just spent forty minutes perfecting felt so uncomfortably tight. Most…
Read moreI spent three weeks in 2004 obsessing over the lumbar sweep of a walnut lounge chair, only to realize I had built a beautiful, expensive torture device. I still have…
Read moreI was staring at a prototype of a lounge chair last Tuesday—one of the many “failures” currently occupying a corner of my studio—realizing that the industry’s obsession with ergonomic data…
Read moreI was standing in my studio last Tuesday, staring at a prototype chair that had cost me three weeks of sleep and a significant amount of walnut, trying to figure…
Read moreI was staring at a prototype for a walnut sideboard last Tuesday, surrounded by the usual graveyard of failed ideas, when it hit me again. We spend so much time…
Read moreI spent most of yesterday morning digging through a cardboard box in the corner of my studio, pulling out a series of bent plywood joints that look more like modern…
Read moreI was staring at a pile of walnut offcuts in my studio last Tuesday, thinking about the drawer front I’d nearly ruined three years ago. I had spent hours obsessing…
Read moreI was clearing out a corner of the studio last Tuesday when I tripped over the “almost” chair—a walnut stool from 2008 with a leg cut just three degrees too…
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