Working With Reclaimed Timber
I spent three hours last Tuesday staring at a stack of grey, weathered oak in a salvage yard, listening to a vendor try to sell me “curated architectural salvage” at…
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I spent three hours last Tuesday staring at a stack of grey, weathered oak in a salvage yard, listening to a vendor try to sell me “curated architectural salvage” at…
Read moreI still have the ghost of a walnut sideboard sitting in my “reject” pile, a heavy, silent monument to my own impatience. Ten years ago, I thought I could bypass…
Read moreI was staring at a half-finished walnut sideboard last Tuesday, the scent of sawdust and stale coffee hanging heavy in the studio, when I realized the leg joinery I’d spent…
Read moreI was staring at a walnut sideboard last Tuesday, the kind of piece that makes you want to weep with its grain, and I realized I was about to ruin…
Read moreThere is this pervasive, polished lie in design circles that maintenance is something you schedule—a clean, clinical ritual performed once a month when the “real work” is done. It’s total…
Read moreI was staring at a prototype for a walnut lounge chair last Tuesday—one of the many “failures” currently cluttering the corner of my studio—and realized it was the most honest…
Read moreI spent the better part of last Tuesday staring at a pile of discarded oak joints in the corner of my studio, each one a failed attempt at a leg…
Read moreI spent most of my career in a workshop, surrounded by the smell of sawdust and the weight of failed joinery, so when people talk about the “spiritual rewards” of…
Read moreI still have a piece of walnut sitting on a shelf in my studio, tucked between a failed joinery experiment and a rejected chair leg. It’s a beautiful, heavy slab…
Read moreI spent most of last Tuesday staring at a stack of walnut offcuts that I’d foolishly categorized as “scrap,” only to realize they were the exact dimensions needed for a…
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