Martian End Tables

RED! This is about as deep and vibrant a red finish you can get on wood, period. The striped wood is rosewood, the rest is cherry. They are 23" x 15 1/2" x 24"high. (Note the bit of black shading on the inside of the legs at the bottom, quite effective.) ~$1000/pair, 4-6 weeks delivery.

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"The Jamaica Job"

The whole job could've been made into a movie with all the drama and the length of the project...   Act I: "The Office" Year 1993. A man who owned a high-end travel agency got in touch with me to redo a room in his office building so that it would go from a one man office, to a one man - one woman office. No problem! (Oh there, the Jamaican reference has slipped out already.) It was a challenge to squeeze the space without it getting too cramped. I talked with the two people to get an idea of how much space they needed for their movement and for their storage needs. Lots of ergonomically shaped counters and strategically placed sound absorbent panels for 2 phone conversations, lighting, shelving, file drawers, cord management... It worked out great I thought. But when I finished installing it, I got a funny feeling that all my effort was not going to be appreciated for long, and I was right. It turned out that this was just a test job, before I got the big one. I never even got a chance to take a picture of my carefully calculated office configuration before the room was gutted and replaced with a single table to act as a mini-conference area. It was never going to be a 2 person space, it was just a test. It wasn't an overly expensive office job, but it was pretty weird to see the sweeping curved counters and fixtures poking out of a dumpster in the alley weeks later. I got paid, I guess it wasn't my business what he did with it.   Act II: "Designing & Making Furniture to Endure Humidity, Salt Water and Hurricanes" The main act was going to be outfitting much of my client's villa in Jamaica which was still under construction. It needed some simple but well built dressers, standard shelving and then also a few stand out pieces. One of them being a wall unit that would house stereo equipment galore, a karaoke machine, TV etc. It was a lot of gear and it needed to be designed carefully for spacing, within a plastered cement opening. I contacted him soon after I got the blueprints for the place, and asked if he could get me the finished opening size for this wall unit, because if it was 1/2" off, or more, the piece wouldn't fit. There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then he slowly explained that there had been more than a few contractors on this job that was already years in the process, and the blueprints I had were not current.  I asked if there was someone down there who could call me soon with dependable dimensions, and again, it was a "no."  Then he asked me: "What are you doing tomorrow?" ... "Uh, working, the usual, why?"  ... "There's a flight for Jamaica leaving tomorrow at 3pm, find your passport and your tape measure."  My obvious reply: "No Problem!" So I got to the villa in its state of construction and pulled out my tape measure only to see that the opening had in fact stayed true to the old blueprints, and the measurements matched the 3 dimensions that I had embedded into my memory by now. I measured all along the wall to confirm that there wasn't a bow or anything anywhere... "112 3/4",  112 3/4", 112 3/4", 112 3/4", 112 3/4", 112 3/4"....  yup, it's going to fit. Now what? My return flight was 2 days later. Now what you ask?  Come on, It's Jamaica mon!!  Gooooood times.   I got home quite refreshed and got right at the whole project. Maple was picked as the main wood for the project because it was something that you wouldn't ever see on the island, and birds eye maple was obviously more exotic, so it was used for the front of the wall unit and the other significant pieces. The highest grade of lacquer coated everything everywhere to protect against the humidity and termites.  Due to the continuation of the revolving contractors, I didn't get down there to install for another 18 months. Crazy. I was told that the new contractor on site had everything I'd need, "so no need to bring any tools."  I asked: "So there's a table saw on site now?" ... "Yes."  ... and nail guns, compressed air, drills and everything??" ...  "Ya ya!, Everything!, don't worry!"    Soooo, I only packed my trusty Japanese hand saw, a trim router and a couple of favorite hand tools, and my suntan lotion and set off."  ...   Act III: "Installing a Villa full of Furniture Without Tools." It should have been done in 4-5 days with lots of time at the end of each day to lounge around the poolside bar and work on my sunburn, but no. I ended up having to cut lengths of wood with my failing Japanese saw, and then clamp a straight edge (from the remains of my crates) and use my trim router to clean up the saw cut. With 7 days available to complete the whole installation, it took 6 long days in the humidity. The Jamaican labourers called me Superman because I just kept going, fitting all these fixtures to the walls and installing cabinets with tired hand tools.  Then, they found out that I actually made all the stuff too! Then they thought I was an alien! Some of them were actually scared of me I think.
 
The villa was surrounded by an 8' stone wall with 5 highly trained German Sheppards who were disciplined not to eat a hunk of meat flung over the wall laced with poison.
There was a crew of guys working inside, and a crew working outside. If it started to rain, then the guys outside would come inside and sit down, so the guys inside would sit down too. This meant that if it started to rain, my work space was suddenly filled with 50 guys sitting on the floor watching me and telling me to "stop working mon."
There was a woman who sat in one room all the time who just sat there slowly bursting every single bubble in the 3/4" bubble wrap that I put in my huge crates. She didn't even do it with any sort of rhythm, it was maddening:   "pop!"....."pop..pop.pop".....       "pop......."      ".....pop"   .....  !!!!  Oh well, I had a job to do, and obviously on a different timeline, so I got to it and tried to enjoy it.
 
The wall unit went in fine eventually, except the fabric on the doors that housed the speakers had gotten stretched a bit after sitting in my crate for a year or so. I managed to iron it out with a clothes iron I got from my all inclusive hotel. Once again, I used left over crate parts, this time as an ironing board. These parts were disappearing everyday; apparently becoming parts of peoples' homes.
 
Another significant piece was the bar (pictured) which had a flowing counter top that "bounced off the wall" and continued over top a cabinet housing a sink and bar fridge. The flow of the top was to look like a visual continuation of... the moat that was running through the great room . That's right, who doesn't have a moat with a fresh water stream from the nearby mountain tops, going through their living room?? Just stunning.  Standing at the bar and looking to the right, there was a stellar view of the ocean with an invisible edge on the pool. (See pic.) Yes, that's what I had to look at every day I was there.  I like the stainless steel "guard rail" I put on the back of the bar's birds eye maple countertop, probably came in handy.
There was also a concave liquor cabinet I created to go above the bar, but due to new electrical fixtures, I wasn't able to slam dunk that piece up on the wall and get a picture, drats.
 
The 6th day was actually not too bad; I did manage to gear down a bit before the 11th hour. I finished installing mid afternoon and made my way to a tin shack restaurant off the beaten path and had the best meal of the week: goat's head soup, complete with mysterious bits of matter in the broth. This soup and the local people were a refreshing change from "the compound" where I was assigned to stay. It was a chance to get one step back closer to reality after working in an environment that was being created for movie stars. 
 
16 years later now, I'd do some things differently, but I could take another job like this one. Some time in January would be fine to go and measure openings.
 
 

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Traditional Sideboard

This piece went with the cherry dining table previously mentioned. Like the table, all the wood came from one log, so the colour is remarkably consistent for a cherry piece. I like the detail on the top of the back splash; it's a French curve capped with an art deco / post modern cylinder nestled in it. This was the result of pouring over pages and pages of images of antiques to finally strip it right down to the pure geometric form. It ended up working with the traditional look quite well I think.
In this picture, the cherry is still quite light in colour. It has darkened nicely since.

All traditional mortise and tenon joinery throughout the piece.   Solid cherry, mmmmmmm.

(As you can see, I was counting on using some photo shop feature to edit out the backdrop.)

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Dining Table Variations

I'm only showing 2 that I've done, but it shows most of the variations possible in a full sized dining table.

The first one is all maple, and goes to show how a light blonde wood can take a dye or stain well. Also, the top is one surface consisting of glued up planks but with no seam in the middle; the leaves go on the ends. The added arch in the side aprons and the swoop in the leg give it a French country look. (With straighter lines and tapered legs, it can be a Shaker style table.) The blue in this actually matches a blue thread in a nearby sofa. No kidding.

The second is a traditional style dining table in solid cherry with a clear lacquer finish. The planks in this case run across the width of the table instead of lengthwise, and the leaves go in the middle. This style could also have a squared end if desired.

With other woods, shapes, legs, details, colouring etc., a unique table design can be hatched pretty fast.
Only 2 tables shown, but if you look at the rest of my pieces in this blog, I think you will realize that I can pretty well make anything you dare me to consider. Contact me for recommended sizes or for a quote.

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Jewelry Cabinet

I made this jewelry cabinet around the time I was making my "Top 20 CD Cabinets", as you can see in the base design. In this case, it's made of solid purpleheart including the drawers, which are of course dovetailed, which was insane; purpleheart is the last wood you want to use for finicky hand work. The inside of doors are lined with padded black velvet for rings. The handles are hand made with ebony.   The thing I liked about developing this design was the opportunity to make a "suspended crown". This was a continuation of my fascination with accurately suspended / separated elements, as in my liquor cabinets and my mantel clocks. This crown has got a bit of the feel of classic dental molding, but you can see through it. One day I want to make a full size piece with this crown detail.   (Old photos, it's actually more purple than red.)

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Dead End Job

In the late 90's, I was approached by someone to take on a challenging position. The story was a bit fuzzy at first, but basically he needed me to finish setting up a 6000 sqft. woodworking plant in North Bay, and then finish off developing the prototypes and get the operation up and running, where a German consulting firm had left off. I said: "Sounds interesting, what kind of furniture is it?"   His reply: "Caskets." 
The deal was that the casket industry had suddenly changed in a way that invited new players into a once tight club. You see, it was now "legal" for a person to buy a casket from one place, and then have the funeral home accept it and use it in their services. Before, a funeral home was allowed to say that they would not accept a casket from outside their organization. As the rules had changed, it sounded like a new opportunity into a huge market. 
It meant that I would temporarily put my tools and equipment in storage and move up to the land of rocks and trees. Since I was still a single guy, I saw the adventure and the well paying job offer as an exciting new chapter in my work and in my life, so I made a trip up Hwy 11 to check it out the facilities.
 
The whole adventure lasted about 2 1/2 years before it was laid to rest. (Oh ya, and... every shift was the graveyard shift. There were more of those, we had to keep a sense of humour.)
I was very lucky to meet some great people in North Bay, including my land lord (who I nicknamed "the landlard").  We played hockey on Lake Nipissing, tried making some bad wine, burned a lot of casket scraps at the lakeside campfire, jammed, went camping, cross country skiing and enough other activities to balance out life. John Lennon's quote applies: "Life is what happens to you when you make other plans."
 
Oh, and as you see me in the pic below, I'll tell you that these things are not at all comfortable. My boss pointed out though, that the customer never complains.

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10X

This one's good, get a beverage and sit back...

Hey, remember back when it was a big deal to own 20 CD's? Ya, think waaaaaay back. (Oops, I just lost my 19 and under audience.) Well that's the time (the week actually) when I was inspired to make a CD rack to proudly display them. From a marketing angle, it was actually a good idea I think, except that by the time I had only progressed to the final sketching phase of the design (the end of that week), most people then needed room for more than 20 CD's. Hmm, OK, so it was then quickly renamed "Top 20 CD Cabinet". (That would be "Marketing Adjusting to Trends in Technology  101" I suppose.)

The inspiration for the design for the 3 main parts came from 3 places:

First, for the mid section, I had seen how the typical solutions were filling peoples' living rooms with cheap, shaky, boxy cabinets that gave the impression that the music encased in them was also cheap, boring and restricted. (That doesn't describe the kinds of music I personally listen to.) Right there, I was on a stubborn path to make something original, expressive and highly functional (-- something that would cheerfully bite me in the butt in many ways later.) I wanted to create a table top piece that had a free form arch to convey the natural body expression a singer makes when they are delivering a powerful phrase; a bit back on their heels, head starting to tilt back.  I remember that as I was drawing the side view, working out the spacing to make the slots radiate out evenly, I started seeing the feel of this organic curve all around me...  I could see one in the French curve in front of me on my desk, there was one in the tulip there on the other side of the park, it was on the front fender of that car that just went by, and it was there in the build before the final chorus in that song on the radio.

Second, for the base, I was always interested in how some old furniture styles had references to animal parts, like Chippendale's claw and ball foot. I wanted to make the same sort of reference by starting with a stereotypical colonial style base, but swooping the back leg out like a dog's hind leg, and then give the whole base a more cartoon feel. I was quick to work out these lines after still witnessing how furniture showrooms were trying to sell / tell people how to expect furniture to look. The 5 pieces in the base turned out to be quite a bit of work, with all the machining of non-geometric curves and hand sanding in hardwoods like wenge and bubinga.

Third, I wanted to again poke fun at the serious and elaborate furniture crowns on period pieces. I had it mostly worked out, but using the same sort of translation I did with the base wasn't enough to complete it; I felt that there was some other reference that was tugging at my brain. Then it hit me... there was a portrait I saw in art history class years before at Humber College. It was a side profile of some proud guy that had been hit in the top of his nose with a sword in battle, and because he was so proud that he had marched on in battle, he wanted the painter to use this direct side profile to get a clear view of this notch in the guy's head. It's funny what sticks in my head, because as I chuckled at the story in the classroom while staring at the slide projected up on the wall, I remembered the guy's hat. It was this red hat that had sort of a flat top, tilted back... fast forward to the continuing design process...  I went to the library to find the image in a book (dating myself again) with the card catalogue and my internal search engine I finally found the "Portrait of Federico Montefeltro".  A librarian gave me the appropriate scowl when the whole library heard my glee in finding it. My eye quickly rescanned the curves I had seen once before and I resaved it to my wet drive. I got home to my desk and with a bit more cartoonification, the drawing was complete. I could then start figuring out how I was going to make it.

So there it is: the culmination of seeing boring furniture for too long, a dog's leg, an Italian renaissance image, a bit of Bart Simpson... and that's what I call the design process.

But wait, here's the best part:
I took a few "Top-20's" into a great gallery in Burlington called Ad Axiom.  Karen, the owner, was a great supporter of the arts and had great appreciation for the effort that I and others were putting into their work. As my quick presentation turned into a fun discussion, a lady walked into the gallery and as she was scanning the gallery from one spot, she quickly commented on my CD cabinet: "That's not art, art isn't functional, that's as functional as a toilet paper roll holder, this is an art gallery!"...   Wow.  Karen and I looked at each other wide eyed, daring the other to laugh and let the lady leave and get in her car before we reacted. That experience was so funny and sad and inspiring at the same time.
Sooo, I returned a week later with "10X". It was the now familiar CD cabinet, but this time it had a stainless steel pipe down the middle of it, to make it... non functional.  Karen got it without explanation immediately. "10X" was the title because the price was ten times that of the functional version. (Hey, it's art right?) It obviously made quite an impact on her because she talked it up to everybody that came into her gallery, and before I knew it, my stock of 10 "regular" Top-20 cabinets were sold in a week.  Hah!  There's some kind of sweet justice eh?!  Dangerously inspiring though.

I wish there were more galleries like Karen's still. She made a very good name for herself, and periodically got the proper recognition for her part in the art world. Every time I came in to show her a new piece to possibly "push" on her, she always gave me great respect for being someone who was weathering the constant storm.

Additionally, you see that stainless steel pipe with the perfect bend? Well, as I was planning "10X", and was going through the motions of making the single (but non-functional) piece,  I was eventually at the stage of working on the pipe that would finally make it... art.  Without much thinking, I wandered over to the drillpress to insert the 5/8" pipe into the chuck to slowly spin it and work it with 400 grit wet sand paper up and down to pre-work the finish before I figured out how I was going to bend it.  Well, as it was 2:30am, and I was not sharp enough to remember that I had recently set the speed on the drill press back to full speed, and therefore without it being supported at the bottom, it picked up speed and quickly a slight wobble turned into a flare and the pipe bent out under the centrifugal force and hit me in the hip like an aluminum baseball bat. Aaaaaaah!   $#*%*!!!
The steel broke loose from the chuck when it hit me, and there I was lying on the concrete floor alone in the middle of the night, staring across the floor at a bent piece of stainless pipe resting 10 feet away from my new vantage point. I didn't move. I couldn't. I just lay there for a while staring at that piece of steel. When I finally pulled myself up from the sweat soaked concrete, I picked up the stainless piece and realized that it was virtually the perfect bend I needed, created by the near fatal accident. Is that some kind of sick poetry or what??!  Since then, my late night practices have changed dramatically: absolutely no moving parts if at all impaired by sleep deprivation or otherwise. I could have been gored if the pipe hadn't swung out completely to make contact with my hip bone; it might have traveled an easy route through my innards and made a nasty mess for my then studio mate to discover the next morning.
Sorry Mum, and yes, I'm much more careful now. I said I'm careful. I said I'm careful. 

Going through the concentrated design process of the functional version and eventually the tongue in cheek version, I found myself dropped into a conversation, a debate and a personal small inner battle that continues to this day:  "What the heck is art anyways?" (If a piece almost kills you, does that qualify it?) Does it really matter what label goes on something or on the person who made it?
I continuously keep an eye out for other inspiring signs and similar discussions on the distinctions between art, design, craft, and just functional stuff that ends up getting treasured ...like a piece of art. (How many times have you heard someone say: "It's like a piece of art!"?) Tools and musical instruments often start the dialog I find.

Also note that in the group shot here, I had signed the bottom right panel: A sign that I was having conversations in my head like: "...a painting has a prominent signature on the bottom right corner, so shouldn't my such piece have a signature on it?"  Since then, I've either grown up, not cared, or more likely, I don't want my pieces having a distracting scribble on a prominent surface. "10X" is written on the bottom of the piece, but as I still happily own it, I don't think that would be the title if someone came wanting to buy it today.  The pipe had hit my hip, but the whole experience whacked me in the brain even harder. Still does.

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Judy's Wine Bucket Stand

  It's called that because I really made it to hopefully impress her, although it was auctioned off and bought by someone else. You see, Judy worked at the Oakville Galleries and was the person in charge of phoning poor sods like me to see if they'd be willing to donate a piece for a themed auction to raise money for the gallery. This one was a wine gala and the third time I had been sucked in, and quite gladly I must say, because each time I got to briefly talk with Judy. Reading between the lines yet?...   We'll be celebrating our 7th wedding anniversary this summer, 2.0 kids.   It's made of purpleheart and curly maple and stainless steel. Note the 4" post is actually a 4" PVC pipe veneered with curly maple.   I think the guy paid less than $300, even with the wine flowing in the room. Another case of artists supporting artists. Oh well, not relevant in this case.

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Larger Production in a Small Shop

When I was working out of the 1200' industrial unit in Oakville, I used to get some crazy requests and inquires coming in from my yellow page ad. I found that 10% of them made sense, and 10% of those turned into actual business. One of the calls I got was from a distributor of teak garden furniture who needed some Muskoka chairs made to close a huge deal for Mount Tremblant. They were 6th in line subcontracted for outfitting the new village, so that meant I was 7th, which meant it was hard to get a straight answer from whatever designer or bean counter was actually making the decisions. When "they" first said that they wanted the chairs coloured a bright yellow, red, blue and green, I mentioned that you'd want a light wood for a dye to soak in and show well, so pine would be one... or... maple is light and is more "ski boot proof" I added... "Maple it is!" was the quick reply.  OK... although maple isn't at all resistant to decay like pine, it turned out they only expected 2 years of service out of the chairs. OK, Geeze! So 70 chairs and 35 round 24" tables to go with them. All I had to do was give them a price, and I wish I had quoted much higher it turns out, they would've taken it if it was over the moon; they had to fulfill the order. Oh well, that's business; live 'n learn. I hired 3 Sheridan students to help me for 3 weeks, and we got it done. The thing that really saved my bacon was that the unit next to me became vacant at the perfect time and I was able to rent it for one month to do assembly and store the final product.   The design was a mutation of 3 mail order plans I got. I made adjustments for strength, machining, ease of assembly etc. I've still got the jigs to make these, and as soon as I can come across a cheap supply of exterior grade wood (like recycled teak that can be left unfinished), I'll bang out a bunch for our back deck. Unfortunately, it's not even on the "honey-do" list; I might have to somehow bump it up. They're fun to make when you have all the patterns and jigs. Lots of screws though!  

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Penboxes

Penboxes

There came a time in the mid '90's when I was finally very confident and comfortable making craft items with continued accuracy. I felt then that I was ready to do a larger batch, a substantial production run. I decided that my new penbox design would be the perfect object to reproduce, but it would require new and improved rock solid jigs to keep the set ups accurate for the duration of the run. I did a run of 80, with 30 of them presold, which was necessary to put aside the time to hunker down and get to work, and to buy a few new CD's to play during the hand sanding stage.

The box is machined out of one solid block of Australian lacewood, with the lid staying married to each individual box so that the grain continues to run through the entire piece. I picked this wood because of its remarkable grain pattern which is drastically different depending on how it's cut. The corners are 1/2" solid copper rod that have a black patina; that was an excuse to dive into the world of chemically heat-treating metals to get some amazing effects. The lid nestles into these 4 positioning points with a very satisfying click which sounds like a small musical instrument. The handle is carefully machined out of ebony, with a small copper stem. The inside is lined with black leather.
If I were to do a run of anything this precise and small again, I'd limit it to 20 - 30 pieces.
I had a buyer of one of these boxes track me down recently to tell me how he was still absolutely blown away by the design, precision and detail in my "mini sarcophagus" as he labeled it. Even though I had taken a job as plant manager of a casket factory shortly after making these penboxes, I hadn't seen them that way. (I guess you could entomb gerbil in it if you really wanted to, but a shoe box buried in the back yard works just fine I think.)

I see this box as a beautiful punctuation mark on an uncluttered desk. When my desk gets too cluttered, I gently rest that saved penbox in a special spot it my desk drawer.
I'm planning on eventually putting my kids' baby teeth in 2 separate boxes one day.