As I happily remain in the shop this morning, in my head I hear Axl Rose’s refrain.
I’m carving flutes along the outer surface of this little “wine bowl.” This is quiet, contemplative work that seems to fit a rainy morning. The mood lighting is not an effect for the photograph. I leave the overhead lights off and move this old desk lamp around to get a raking light that makes the ridges between flutes appear more clearly as I carve.
I do sketch some pencil lines to serve as a general guide for the fluting, but ultimately it is the subtle variations of the gouge cuts that defines them.
As the day moves on and the neighborhood awakens, I’ll turn to more vigorous work on these cherry logs from a tree that went down up the road. Most will get their ends painted and be set aside for awhile. I may start to rough a couple chunks, as I did with one already. Every tree, even within a species, has its own character. Some are sweet and cooperative and others are more brash and resistant. When I make the first piece from a tree, we get to know each other. I’ve roughed out one bowl from this tree, and I think we’ll get along just fine…
After hollowing the lip under the rim with the adze, I further shaped the area between that hollow and the bottom edge to form a flowing reversing curve. There will be some photos of that when the piece is finished. I’ll have to wait for it to dry before I refine it, but I’ve got some other projects to work on before I “end up walkin’ in the cold November rain.”