Writing the Glue Up Order Down
I was standing in the middle of my shop three years ago, staring at a pile of expensive walnut scraps and a spreading pool of PVA glue that had escaped…
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I was standing in the middle of my shop three years ago, staring at a pile of expensive walnut scraps and a spreading pool of PVA glue that had escaped…
Read moreI was staring at a pile of walnut offcuts in my studio last Tuesday, thinking about the sheer amount of time we waste overcomplicating the simplest things. There is this…
Read moreI was standing in the middle of my studio last Tuesday, staring at a pile of walnut components that looked, on paper, absolutely perfect, yet felt fundamentally wrong. It’s that…
Read moreI was standing in a pristine, white-walled gallery last spring, staring at a series of perfectly polished chairs, and I felt absolutely nothing. The lighting was expensive, the curation was…
Read moreI still remember the smell of Titebond II and the cold sweat that comes when you realize your clamps are all positioned in the wrong direction. I was working on…
Read moreI was clearing out a corner of my studio last Tuesday when I tripped over a discarded prototype of a side table from 2008—a spindly thing made of particle board…
Read moreI remember sitting in my studio back in ’04, surrounded by three different rejected versions of a walnut chair leg, staring at a stack of business cards that felt more…
Read moreI was clearing out a corner of my studio last Tuesday when I tripped over a prototype chair from 2008—a heavy, oak-veneer mess that I’d rejected because the joints were…
Read moreI was staring at a slab of walnut that had spent three weeks drying, only to watch it cup into a grotesque, unusable arc the moment I let the clamps…
Read moreI was staring at a half-finished walnut sideboard three years ago, the scent of sawdust and linseed oil heavy in the studio, when I realized I was paralyzed. I had…
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