Fixing a Run Without Starting Again
I was staring at a walnut sideboard last Tuesday, the kind of piece that’s supposed to represent the culmination of three weeks of meticulous sanding, only to see a single,…
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I was staring at a walnut sideboard last Tuesday, the kind of piece that’s supposed to represent the culmination of three weeks of meticulous sanding, only to see a single,…
Read moreI can still smell the sharp, chemical sting of that walnut oil from 1998, a scent that still triggers a mild sense of dread whenever I walk into a workshop.…
Read moreI was hunched over a scrap of birch plywood last Tuesday, the smell of sawdust thick in the air, when I realized I couldn’t remember why I’d decided against the…
Read moreI was staring at a mahogany sideboard last Tuesday, surrounded by the wreckage of a failed joinery attempt, realizing that my tape measure was lying to me. Most people think…
Read moreI was sitting on my studio floor last Tuesday, surrounded by a graveyard of failed joinery and half-finished sketches, when I realized I was doing it again: looking at a…
Read moreI remember sitting on the floor of my first studio, surrounded by the scent of freshly sawn walnut and the rhythmic, aggressive hum of a table saw, when a client…
Read moreI was staring at a pile of walnut scraps last Tuesday, the kind of jagged, uneven leftovers that most people would call “character” or “potential.” To me, they just felt…
Read moreI remember the smell of scorched maple and the sudden, sickening silence that follows a blown fuse in a crowded studio. It was 2004, and I was staring at a…
Read moreI was digging through a box of rejected walnut joinery samples last Tuesday—the ones I keep precisely because they failed—when I realized how much of modern design is just a…
Read moreI spent most of my morning in the studio, staring at a pile of rejected walnut joints that I’ve kept for nearly a decade. Most design books will tell you…
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