This is not a spill your guts blog... unless you're tree, but lately the sky looks awfully grey. I've been spending most of my energy fending off doom, and because of this I haven't managed to finish nearly as many projects as I've started, and I haven't started as many as I hoped I would.
But, as Metallica points out, Time Marches On. So what have I been doing?
I moved out of my bedroom workshop into a nice new cave/spray-foam-boho-palace/basement. The space has been used as artist studios for several years, and has collected several little extras including nautical themed bathroom candles, vertebrae, and ancient Mexican beverage vessels. I've got more space than before and more importantly I can mortise till 3am without guilt. My original plan was to move in one weekend, wire in some lights the next, and be building a real bench by the end of the month. That was three months ago.
What actually happened was that I moved the first weekend. I put up lights a month later, and set up the Lucky Bench three weeks ago so I could begin slogging through the parquetry for the humidor.
Moving is a time to search ones soul/belongings and decide what needs tending, what needs junking, and what needs archiving. I found a lamp I never posted about (and never finished) along with a bunch of wood and tools that I had forgotten about. The lamp will have to wait until a later entry because for now I'm still neck deep in arranging my new work space.
Wiring is above my pay grade. So I bribed Joe with some beer to help me install a mix of fluorescent and incandescent lights. Because I don't have any windows I wanted to add more rather than less lighting. The fluorescent tubes give a nice flood of light, and I've got clamp lights and some halogen lamps for directional and bench lighting. Everything went smoothly, until I plugged in a wire that Joe was working on. Sorry Joe, my bad.
My Lucky Bench is set up along the only wall in the room not made of ancient Brooklyn stone. The bench isn't as sturdy as it used to be because the legs are no longer screwed into the floor, but so far it has withstood quite a bit of sawing, planing, veneer taping and beer drinking.
It's strange to be in a new space, and I can't say that I've managed to use it to its potential. Still I have been managing to sneak out of work before 6 o'clock a few days a week, pick up some chinese/mexican/beer/chex mix along the way, and get to work on the veneer for the my humidor.
As much as I wish my studio could represent a clean and fresh start the reality is obviously more complicated. Still I'm hopeful for the future because when the world leaves you at loose ends, it's a good opportunity to open up Army Field Manual 5-125 and learn some new knots.
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