A set of sculptural forms in basswood and old pine beams reclaimed from the Domino Sugar factory in Williamsburg.Read More
The relationship between a coat hanger and a hanging rod holds something of a fascination for us. It is something that goes largely unnoticed when functioning properly but is an unending source frustration when it is not. Two commonly troublesome factors that hamper the easy movement of a coat hanger along a rod are surface drag and improper rod thickness. In combating these we experiment with a new profiles for my closet rods from time to time, an example of which can be seen here in this small teak shelf with integrated hanging rod.
We have here eschewed the cylindrical closet pole in favor of one shaped like a rectangular prism with chamfers along all four edges. The quadruple chamfer creates in profile an elongated octagon, a nice form reminiscent of Gio Ponte's Pirelli Tower and New York's Pan Am/MetLife Building. This shape maximizes the weight-bearing thickness of the rod while keeping the width slender and well out of the way of any part of the hangers. The chamfers relieve the pressure from the edges and allow the hangers to slide freely.
We recently designed and built this large walnut bed. The sleeping platform and headboard with their broad flat surfaces provided us with an opportunity to let the beauty of the walnut's variegated grain really be set on display. The photographs below show the bed one step away from completion, missing only the slats and the mattress itself.
À Coelo Salus, "salvation from above", words that drift mysteriously between the chest and thumb of the man dangling upside down on the frontispiece of Sir Thomas Browne's Religio Medici. It is undefined who's arm is attached to the man or why or how they both came to be in the sky above the waters like that. Much here is mysterious and much need not be known but we intend here to offer our knowledge and perspective to what passes our fancy.
It often seems to us as if we live in something of a wooden bubble, a bubble so thin and polished that it has been made reflective and transparent. Mostly we mean this metaphorically; yet, the peculiarities of human vision and experience are such that we mean it pretty literally as well. For the mind does not view the world in three dimensions from moment to moment. Rather our vision is a slurry of superimposed images, thoughts and memories. The flick of an eyeball adds dimension flick by flick to vision, and thought by thought it grows as well. In our case the accumulation of a life of woodworking has formed this big wooden bubble around us through which we see the world. The stories, musings and observations that one may expect to find herein can be understood as the view from that wooden bubble.