Laminating Instead of Steaming
I was staring at a pile of splintered walnut veneers and a ruined glue-up, wondering why I ever thought I could master the bend. Most textbooks will tell you that…
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I was staring at a pile of splintered walnut veneers and a ruined glue-up, wondering why I ever thought I could master the bend. Most textbooks will tell you that…
Read moreI was standing over a pile of splintered white oak, staring at the wreckage of what was supposed to be a dining chair back, when it finally clicked. Most people…
Read moreI was staring at a half-finished walnut sideboard last Tuesday, a drill bit trembling in my hand, wondering if I had finally overstepped. For years, the textbooks and the senior…
Read moreI spent most of last Tuesday digging through a cardboard box in the corner of my studio, pulling out a prototype for a walnut chair that failed because the proportions…
Read moreI remember standing in my studio three years ago, staring at a walnut sideboard that had cost me sixty hours of sanding, only to see a single, microscopic speck of…
Read moreI spent most of yesterday afternoon in the studio, staring at a stack of rejected chair joints that I still haven’t found the heart to throw away. There is a…
Read moreI remember sitting in my studio three years ago, surrounded by the scent of freshly sawn walnut and the quiet hum of the workshop, staring at a shoebox full of…
Read moreI remember sitting on a stool in my first studio, surrounded by the suffocating scent of solvent, staring at a walnut tabletop that looked more like plastic than wood. I…
Read moreI was clearing out a corner of the studio last Tuesday when I tripped over a stack of discarded walnut offcuts, each one accompanied by a scrap of paper taped…
Read moreI spent three hours yesterday scrubbing a brass inlay on a prototype chair, trying to chase a specific shade of oxidation that I thought looked “authentic.” It was a waste…
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