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strange as I know this sounds, there is something profoundly
satisfying about dusting off the handsaw and slugging through.
you remember that it's wood that you're working with and that
means something... the word "wood". it's a similar sensation
to the one achieved through reminding yourself that the brown
food you occasionally eat is called "meat" (and it was part of
an animal) by going out in into the backyard over thanksgiving
and observing a family member skin a deer he shot over the
holiday for some very nice venison. ( I always have this feeling
when I'm cleaning the fish from the last excursion into the rapids
with the fly rod... should I have been fortunate enough to have
hooked a nice trout, which I'm not sure wasn't generally cleverer
than I and for which I almost certainly exhausted my calculating
capacity for crafting the strike needed... paid the price of cold
legs, cold fingers, banged up shin etc... me absorbing the
cost of my quarry in other words ). but I keep going back for
more because it's real and I like it.
not only does working with hand tools provide fresh appreciation
for the qualities of a material... a poetic sense of it's essence,
but something about this opens your mind back up to delight in
that with which we interact that has not been machined to
within tolerances undetectable to any of our senses. there is
often nothing there for us to touch or alter even if it needs
improvement. it has been defined... the machined object, is
born in an optimal state, never to improve with the curing of
time... it's all downhill from there. for the machined, age is a
negative. not so for the handmade. i think we like hand made
objects more, mostly for reasons which are unquantifiable though.
that's a dissertation I won't set out to defend at this time, but for a
parting shot, i suspect that hand made objects will outlast the
machined both in the real world and in our imaginations... for that
reason.
btw, architects are the ones who stop by the side of the road to
pick up discarded building materials... ( it's that sad ). I used this
"weathered" (not rotten) ripped 2 x which I had salvaged from the
road... and from which I plucked nails (probably saved someone
a new pair of tires) to complete the galvalume roof on the east side
of the studio ii structure. I figured that the intended juniper lattice
would take ages to complete with all other projects on the agenda.
as what may only be an interim solution but part of me thinks is
there to stay, here it is: