We all want to be instant experts. One of my sensei describes this in terms of the training montages that are standard fare in martial arts movies; the neophyte progresses from clumsy beginner to skilled pro in thirty seconds of cinematic snapshots.
I admit that the sort of non complex carving that happens when I carve a small bowl is pretty alluring. No antsy detail. No pattern that needs to be followed. Just follow the will of the wood.
We can easily get lost in the weeds talking about tradition in crafts.
This chest was not in stock long enough for me to do a proper set of photos. It sold at it's first appearance at the Maine Boatbuilder's Show to a pair of Boston Harbor pilots who were going to give it as a retirement gift to a colleague.
As consumers, there is much that you don't know about your favorite woods.
It sails on my wall with a cherry ocean and sky heading east from Japan or China towards Los Angelos. I think my father is pleased that his ship is restored to an essential place in our lives, through the unexpected kindness of a fellow seaman.
I've been interested in steam/sail transition vessels for years. Ships with steam Auxillary and later sail auxiliary revolutionized travel at sea. Oceanic travel was no longer at the mercy of the winds.
While teaching, I always like to decorate the workshop with carving examples for students to use as a reference. Week-long excursions to teach away from home mean emptying the house of many of my carvings. But samples in three dimensions often are better than pictures or demonstration, and the extra work was worth it.
The problem with imagination is that it's boundless. On the wall is a poster telling you that you can do it if you can imagine it. Don't take it too literally.
Snazzy was a jazz and hipster term that escaped from the reservation and made it into everyday talk.
Do you know what the "Cut" is? For the uninformed, it's a maneuver where you focus your gaze somewhere over their shoulder as you pass someone by—done with an erect head and a priggish look on your face.
One of the foundation myths for my mother's family was that they are descended from a first mate on one of Henry Morgan's ships.
Spotted at a distance,
I've had a mixed-up relationship with hats.
Free is a dangerous word, and worse, it's a slippery concept. Why? Well, it opens the path for the abuse of generosity.
I consider rebates to be a kind of iniquity. I must send in the information electronically or by mail, wait until it is verified, and wait until the rebate is redeemed. Frequently this takes so long that I am left trying to figure out where the check for $1.98 came from.
The popular press and media like to paint human creativity as extraordinary "aha!' sort of moments. And I guess that some creative insights do fall into that category.
What I found most amazing was that so much agreement and unity had come out of such vigorous dispute.
It was perhaps ten PM. Sitting in the back of the coffeehouse Rienzi, my girlfriend practiced her version of "A High flying Bird"