was a joy, quite spontaneous, matching the kitchen exactly by using the very same piece of wood as the counter, silly, a trencher, a dough bowl, two-tone. It floats.
First, wide Norfolk pine was used for the counter. About 30 running inches of this 24 inch wide board remained but it had a split in the middle. Running with that, I broke it along the split, slathered it up with wood glue, folded it over, and got an approximately 28 x 12 x 4 block.
Using a chainsaw I rounded the corners and did the rough gouging. Messy.
A kutzall disk, an Arbortech ball gouge, and one of those (terrifying) angle grinder chainsaw wheels let me complete the roughing.
Sandpaper, tung oil/limonene mixture applied
In very calm circumstances it may be seaworthy.
The act of producing it, I kept thinking of cubits and what a task Noah had. Even at a micro scale something feels compelling about building an ark, a vessel that carries all across a time of great challenge.
Sticking with free form bowls for a moment, I had a piece of tineo lying around. It’s not endangered. It’s a South American evergreen. Very beautiful though. The last bowl showed me that an angle grinder might be a fine way to make irregular concave things. All one needs sometimes is an idea. Indeed, ideas can be deadly. But here the consequence was merely a bowl, so not too much to fret about.
A lot of sanding by hand
I’ve thought I might make a personal use sized spoon to go with it and self-indulge a little neo-primitive and eat with those things for a while, but an idea like that is right on the line of how far I will go to chase an erstwhile good idea. Them ideas again. There’s idiosyncratic, there iconoclastic, but such would not be that far, there’s idiopathic, which is really a fabulous characterization but does not pertain – though it might – there’s probably even ideopathological considerations, but thankfully this is just a bowl. It tempts me to want to associate it with other thoughts, but maybe that’s the lure of objects, that temptation to connect them to meanings we’d like them to have.
Otherwise it has been a very long winter here. Many half-complete projects await progress.
With a little imagination, for example making yourself tiny, tinier than this, and looking up at it, could it not vaguely be like the vessel in which the war of the worlds creatures arrived in on that surprising day in New Jersey so long ago? I mean really.
This is a freehand bowl of maple burl replete with many eyes. Another feature a strangely organic alien space vessel would be replete with.
An angle grinder was the enabling tool. In the previous box 12, that box of so many unrelated themes, I had learned how fabulous a tool such could be for raw free form shaping. I had this burl sitting around. (This is the cover story, if you can’t tell). I learned a lot about finishing. I sanded till I had blisters.
It’s not a very useful bowl, being shallow and perched on three skinny walnut legs. The wood itself is cool – this is another very pixelful image, clicking on it twice will reveal a universe of detail. I think the thrust here was to go end to end on a free form bowl and to use a beautiful piece of wood that otherwise I had no way to use unless perhaps I was making a wooden turtle – which did occur to me, really.