March 2010
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August 2009
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July 2009
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June 2009
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Minnpost Review of Piece Process →
This is a very nice review (the only review thus far) of the show I am involved with at Vine Arts Center in Minneapolis.
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Crown me.
I had to tell myself no today. I had to face up to the fact that the crown molding (moulding? or is that only in Britain?) I created for my latest piece looked dumb. I had some misgivings, but I have had misgivings of this sort before and plowed through and trusted that my idea would bear out once it was realized. Not this time. This time it was just dumb. So I have made a second set of moulding,...
May 2009
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Sheesham
Well, thank you Target.
I have a trunk/coffee table we bought in a little futon shop on Broadway and carried home on the subway, as it was before we realized a cab to our apartment was only about fifteen dollars. That makes it at least six years ago. It is a rude, squat, flat-topped trunk with iron hinges and latches and straps and handles that could have been forged 600 years ago. It is made...
April 2009
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March 2009
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Until it Breaks
I believe my endeavor to become a craftsman (or Craftsman as I emphasize in my own mind, even though seeing it on the page only reminds me of Sears Roebuck), is very self-centered. Not necessarily selfish, but not noble either.
Furniture made by hand is not a necessity for anyone, and whatever intangible, but hopefully subliminally attractive nuances my act of building imbues the pieces with are...
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February 2009
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January 2009
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Hiding your work.
I studied acting in college. Actually, that doesn’t sound right. I went to school for acting. I make furniture now, which is a fundamentally different endeavor (other than the bleak personal economic outlooks that come with both), and not often have I been struck by any great parallels between the two crafts. As I was chiseling joinery today for a console table, endeavoring to make tight...
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Why I spend 100 hours on a table...
When I was a small child I was sure I would leave such a mark on the human race I would be remembered forever. Forever. Forever and ever.
Nothing lasts forever. Ozymandius and the Colossus of Rhodes and dinosaurs and my favorite pair of shoes and everyone I know and love turns to dust. Nothing I make will last forever, even plastics and styrofoam will only last for tens of thousands of years, and...
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