Ringshake

We all are familiar with cracks and splits, which often are also called shakes. These develop after a tree has been cut down. The fibres in the end grain are exposed to air, therefore the moisture rapidly evaporates, which causes the fibres to shrink, and something’s got to give, so the cracks develop, usually in a radial manner from the pith outwards.

However, there are occasions where, sometimes even already during the lifetime of the tree, complete layers of fibres come apart. This is invisible from the outside, because there is no crack on the surface. As these splits usually develop along the annular rings, they are called ringshakes. They can be a turner’s nightmare.

Last weekend I obtained 4 nice pieces of yew during a club meeting. They had been dried for many years, the bark came off easily in most places. Yes, there were some cracks, but yew is famous for that, so nothing unusual. I put three pieces in storage, and the fourth went straight onto the lathe, as I could see a nice hollow form emerging from it.

Tenon-failure

As it were, nature did not want to play along. I had the outside shape defined, and started to hollow it out, when the tenon gave out. There was no catch, not even a particularly deep cut, just a plain failure.

If you look closely at the tenon left in the chuck, you can see a discolouration on parts of the surface. That’s where the ringshake is, the discolouration being caused by exposure to air for some time. Here’s the actual piece (with tenon removed:

Promising-shape

As luck will have it, there’s enough material left to make another tenon, reduce the entire shape a little and still finish it (after filling all the cracks). But this goes to show that you never quite know what’s inside until you get there. Beautiful grain and colours, yes, but it comes at a price.

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Another washout

Last weekend was our second show, as the ardent reader of this blog will already know. It was the Craft and Design Experience in Henley-on-Thames. I am going to keep this short: it was a washout.

When we arrived on site, the ground was already sodden with water from the downpour of previous days. Although it didn’t rain on Thursday, there were people getting stuck with their vans in the mud already (thankfully not us).

This time our stall was a little different, only 1.5m deep and open on one side. This worked very well for us, and once again, we had loads of really positive comments.

On Friday the heavens opened and from there on it was basically rain on and off for the rest of the weekend. So that didn’t really help. The outcome of the referendum didn’t help, either. As a wild guess I’d say there were maybe 5000 visitors spread over 3 days, and that’s just not enough. Plus, they all were as tight as a, well, you know what I was going to say (but seeing that this is a public blog, I am not going to put it in writing).

So: stall fee, van hire, fuel = £850. Total takings £450. Bad. Really, really bad. And when I got home on Sunday, I noticed an email from the RCA telling me that the UK Game Fair in Kenilworth has been cancelled. Well, judging by comments from fellow makers/traders, it probably wasn’t the brightest idea on the planet to start with, so we’ll just let it slip.

 

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After the show is always before the next…

You might have guessed it: we are about to go to our next show. It’s the Craft and Design Experience in Henley-on-Thames. For Details click here.

I’ve got some new stock (see the latest additions to the shop), we’ve made a few small changes to the stall, and this time we’ll be camping in the van. Luckily enough we kept 2 foldable beds in storage, they will come in handy. Let’s hope the weather holds out OK, so far there’s rain forecast only for Thursday (setting-up day), and otherwise it should be fine. Since this is right next to the river, I don’t really fancy lots of water, we might have to swim from the van to the marquee.

Also, this time it’s only Helen and me, but judging from the last time, one person on the stall is quite enough, more just scares the punters off. Especially since this time our stall is going to be smaller (3 x 1.5). In exchange it’s a corner stall and right next to the entrance of the tent. According to Helen, our neighbouring stall is a glass artist from Stourbridge, and she’s bought some of his work for awards at the hospital where she works. Should be interesting, and maybe I can pick up a few tips from him regarding local galleries.

In any case, we are looking forward to it. How about you come around and pay us a visit?

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Turner’s block

I have those phases that I go through every now and then. I know I should be out there, creating the most divine pieces of art, or at the very least working on a commission or some bread-and-butter candlesticks as cannon fodder for the next show.

But I am not inspired. I can’t even work up the energy to pick up my sketch book and draw some doodles, never mind the next great wood work design.

I guess to some degree it’s connected to my day job, and to other activities in the day. It’s not that the day job is mindless or boring, but there are days when it just sucks up all my energy and in the evening I need to recover for the next day. Over the years I have eventually figured out how to be a decent manager, so that part of the day job is OK. Recently our mothership got bought by a bigger mothership, and now (don’t ask me to explain the whole long story) we suddenly have to comply with some weird american auditing scheme called Sarbanes Oxley (google it, and have fun trying to understand it). And let me tell you, the part of my day job where I have to deal with the SOX stuff is definitely not OK. It’s not even that I don’t agree with the principle, because I do. It’s the implementation. Completely OTT, with no regard for common sense. Anything that previously was based on trust is now replaced with evidence. One of these days they’ll make us fill in a form when we want to go to the loo.

Nuff of that. So today is one of those days. No energy left. No creative spirit, nix, nada, niente, zero, zilch, nothing.

As I said, it’s a phase I am going through. I am not depressed. I am not down or sad or anything like that. I am just not inspired to do anything creative. I’ve been there before, which is actually a blessing, because I know it will pass.

I wonder whether that’s similar to what writers experience when they cannot write. You just sit at a desk, with a piece of paper and a pen (or, more likely nowadays, a keyboard and an empty screen) and nothing comes. Yes, there’s the mundane and the obvious, and the everyday blare of pointless communication. Just open the BBC website, or read a newspaper or watch the news on TV, and you are completely immersed in it. Another war somewhere, another idiot blowing himself and a few other people into smithereens, another politician making statements that he wouldn’t even believe himself if he had to endure watching himself on TV. But is that really worthy of writing about? OK, I am writing about it, but then, I am not a professional writer, just some woodturner come blogger. So I do have a bit of license here.

So what do writers do to overcome writer’s block? Go and get drunk? Probably doesn’t help. I suppose everybody has their own recipe. So far mine is simply to give it a day or so, and eventually the inspiration comes back. Maybe I should make a habit out of remembering what triggered it back into action. Might come in handy next time.

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Expensive purchase

I haven’t posted for a short while. This is due to several reasons.

For one, I have been quite busy in the workshop, mostly with boxes and a few bowls and platters, and candlesticks. Once I get a chance, I’ll take pictures of the lot. However, this may be a while.

Secondly, because Helen and I have spent a lot of time lately to look at properties. We are very happy with the house we have, now that, after 10 years hard word, it finally looks the way we want it. Initially the search was powered by Helen’s desire to have a home in the countryside, where she could have her horses on the grounds, and maybe have a few chickens run around the yard. Over time, she has come to realize that this may not be as ideal as it sounds, mostly because she would lose the support from all the other people on the yard, and we wouldn’t be able to buy a property big enough to run a yard of our own. Not unless we converted it into a business and got a bank to buy into the whole concept. And that would have been tricky, with us not being able to show any experience in running a horse yard.

As this particular dream got laid to rest (for now!), another drive started to come to the fore. My wood turning skills are getting better all the time, and Helen is a full-blooded supporter, not least because it provides a reason to go to various events and spend some nice quality time together whilst trying to flog my pieces. I now have a decent lathe, but in all other regards the workshop is sadly lacking. And this cannot be fixed, simply because it is far too small. Already I am in a position where I have to keep everything stowed away other than the very tool I am using, otherwise I can’t get anything done at all. And it looks untidy all the time, because the cupboards or full and in consequence lots of stuff lives on the workbench already.

So, to cut this long story a little shorter, not the motivation was to find a house with a bigger garden, ideally with a shed or a workshop already in it. We almost went for a house in Kingsnordley. In the middle of the countryside, which is a blessing in disguise, nice size garden with old trees, and a workshop in it with electricity. As it was one of the first we looked at, we just tarried a little too long, and boom, it was sold. On second thought, it would have been right at the upper end of affordability, so maybe not such a bad thing. All in all, we did spend a lot of time researching the internet, registering with all sorts of estate agents, and looking at more and more properties.

In the end, we followed some tip from a friend, for a property almost in stone throwing distance from our current house (well, more like gun shot distance). The house itself is not much bigger than the current one, but the garden is about 5 times the size. The biggest bonus, though, is that it has a full blown workshop right at the bottom of the garden, because the current owner used to run his sign-painting business from there. It even has a workbench with a radial arm saw in it. Absolutely ideal. We made an offer, but that was a little too low. Second offer, accepted.

So now the madness begins. Tomorrow I have a call from the mortgage folks to establish and agreement “in principle”, which we need for the estate agents. On Thursday we have the photographers in the house, so we can put it on the market for selling. And, as you can imagine, Helen and I have spent the last few days getting the garden and house into shape for that.

I imagine I won’t have the usual amount of time for turning and blogging. We’ll see, watch this space…

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