Rustic Farm Style Hand Carved Wooden Ware
Rustic farm-style hand carved wooden items, what does this mean? This means I do not sand items. I see a lot of things carved that are so highly sanded that they look like they are factory made. They could be, there are a lot more re-sellers then makers out there. (When in doubt ask if they made the item.)
I HATE Sanding. I spent hours sanding items, wearing dust masks, getting sinus infections and being miserable that I was SANDING. I would go through various grits, and use the tool to fix flaws that I might have had in my carving technique all the while telling myself how good it looked. Then I realized, the machine made it. That bothered me, a lot!
So, I stopped. Just like that I quit cold turkey and have not been happier. The sound of the random orbital sander would echo in my ears for hours after i was done, my wrist would cramp up and i thought oh no here comes carpal tunnel.
No sanding means you need to control your tools. My tools are sharpened to 8000 grit, most sandpaper goes to 320. I can get a better finish with my tools, its just different. It has facets, marks of its making. Every mark means I made it with skill. The wood glows; it has a texture, it feels like items of old because its made like items of old.
I take this into my work with the pole lathe too. Every ridge on the bowl is where the tool went around the bowl. Its similar to the fingerprints a potter will leave in a bowl when they are turning on the wheel. The only difference is my wheel is turned sideways and I use a steel tool since I am using wet wood instead of wet clay.
I have no dust collector, i sweep out piles and piles of shavings.
Through it all there is peacefulness. Not silence there is the noise of the broom, of a knife going across a sharpening stone, a file shaping a hook. There is just the connectedness of the tool to the work. Without the wine of an electric motor a rhythm emerges from the studio. Both in sound and in product.
I make what I can, no more. I do not rely on a machine to push my output through the roof. I have found a place to be happy. I have what I have, I make what I make, I use what I make. I so enjoy this type of life.