Here at Holman Studios

It's a Brave New World

2009-03-14T09:52:00.000-07:00

It may be my age -- I'm 53 -- or that I've been on crutches the past two months, but I'd begun to wonder if I was getting too set in my ways to keep up with the march of technology. I don't have a cell phone; I don't have an iPod; I believe that portable devices that take photographs and play games should not be called telephones. I do, however, have a clock radio. Maybe it's time, I thought, to learn something really new and different. As soon as I master walking to the bathroom under my own power, I'm going to do something really out there.

So while most self-respecting men my age are buying red convertibles, I decided to learn a CAD program.

My friend Luis is a little Mexican guy who's a very stylish tennis player. He's also spent most of his professional life using a CAD program called Vectorworks, and after he showed me what it can do, I knew I had to have it; no matter that it costs as much as a decent table saw or that my computer skills have been unfavorably compared to our cat's.

There were a few problems right away: my operating system was too old, and I needed more memory. My computer had the same problems. My issues can't be fixed, sadly, but I can update the computer: just needed to throw a few hundred more bucks at it. Of course, all the other software I'd been running on my ancient system had to be updated, or purchased anew. My real beef with technology is that anything purchased in 2002, which seems like yesterday to me, is now laughably out of date, a relic. We live in a time when the elders no longer have currency -- kind of like furniture makers.

But now I have Vectorworks up and running. Yesterday I spent four hours drafting a section of a molding that might have taken me a minute-a-half -- tops -- at the drafting table. I think with another month of practice I can get it down to three hours. But I'm determined to learn this, if for no other reason than to prove I'm not to old to learn and to change.

Next time I'm going to buy the convertible.

Being Screwed: Reflections

2009-02-26T06:46:00.001-08:00

"Good work leaves the world enriched and not diminished" -- Scott Russell Sanders, The Force of Spirit

One of the perils of being an independent craftsman is that you're a slave to the vagaries of your own aging body. When your body works, you work. When your body doesn't -- well, you can spend a lot more time blogging.

This x-ray shows my new, improved left foot. Four weeks ago, as I lay on the operating table in a very pleasant narcotic-induced fog, far away I heard someone drilling. I wasn't entirely sure, because I was singing to myself at the time; I think it was Knights in White Satin. But then I heard the unmistakable squeal of a screw snugging up in something hard: though the neurons weren't firing at peak efficiency, slowly the realization formed exactly what was being drilled and screwed. "Hey, that's my foot!" I giddily announced. Everyone in the green outfits seemed surprised by this information, I assumed because they'd been wondering where the noise was coming from, too. Then I noticed some movement behind my right shoulder where Mr. Anesthesiologist was standing, and I woke up with a cast on my foot

To move from feet to furniture: Although even in the orthopedic world there are joints fancier than screws, for my toe, screws were the best choice. As a furniture maker I often make the mistake of trying to build everything more perfectly than the integrity of the work demands. It costs money and the work's no better for it. Dovetails are perfect for drawers, but a waste of time on my feet and sometimes on a piece of furniture when a simpler, faster joint is better. Anyone with a little patience and unlimited time can eventually master the craft; the real challenge of being professional is knowing where to spend time, and where not. In my own professional life I constantly evaluate what makes work good, and what will make it valuable in the long run.

Finishing

2009-02-06T13:21:00.000-08:00

Thanks to the benevolent insistence of the Vermont Department of Public Safety, I have a spray booth in my shop. While I certainly whined about the cost -- I sprayed finishes for over twenty years without one -- now that I have it I really like it. It makes it a lot easier to get a wide variety of quality finishes, and hopefully I'll stay a little healthier to boot.

Because I have this facility, some of the other local furniture guys have asked me to do finishing for them when they need something special. My friend Dan Mosheim built this beautiful Macassar ebony cabinet; it needed a really deep, lustrous finish to set off the elegant abalone inlaid rosette and sumptuous materials. Dan wanted a finish with enough warmth (amber) to highlight the ebony, but one that wouldn't drastically change the color of the shell. We decided on precatalyzed lacquer.

I applied three coats and sanded it flat to be sure the pores of the ebony were filled, then sprayed three more coats on top. Normally I would smooth the finish with fine steel wool and wax, but it looked and felt so good right from the gun that we were afraid to do anything else.

The piece has a lovely depth of finish without being garish; I think it's the platonic ideal of elegance.

Sig's Eagle

2008-12-18T11:21:00.000-08:00

I don't get to do a lot of carving, and when I do it's often a simple decorative surface treatment on a new piece of work. This particular job was different. Sig brought me an antique carved eagle that had been in his family for several generations; it had large parts of its wings and feathers missing, and the arrows clutched in its powerful talons were broken. It looked to have been gessoed and gilded in an earlier life, but most of that was gone now, as were several coats of paint, revealing old, dark, oiled pine underneath. Sig's directive: replace the missing sections and fix the broken spots so they look like they've never been missing or broken. Simple enough.

When I work on anything I think might be valuable, I like to get an opinion as to what I can do to it without affecting that value. My friend Barbara, who has an antiques appraisal business, told me as long as what I did was reversible, I could do what I pleased. With that as my stepping off point, I used hide glue to attach sugar pine blocks to the missing sections, and I got out my carving tools.

The carving was fun: as long as the tools were sharp, the pine carved easily and crisply. Matching the old finish took a bit of doing: multiple coats of dyes and acrylic colors built up in glazes, combined with a bit of orange shellac. The good news is you really can't tell what's old and what's new, and I'm not going to tell either.

History Repeating

2008-12-15T13:26:00.000-08:00

My great-great grandfather was a Pennsylvania Dutch furnituremaker. I have two pieces he made; I like them because I can see the evidence of his hands in the work, and that work connects me more deeply to a part of my family history. I also love the fact that even though the pieces are well over a hundred years old, I'm still using them every day.

This same old German-American had two Keller grandaughters, Kay and Edna. Kay is my grandmother. Among Edna's grandchildren is Kathy, who is a chemistry professor and also my second cousin. About four months ago Kathy sent me an email and asked if I would design and build a buffet for her and her husband Tom.

It's always great to build something for your own family. This commission was particularly meaningful because I felt I could give Kathy -- and her heirs -- the same opportunity to connect with a part of their history as I had. As I built the buffet, I was very careful to use methods I knew would ensure the piece's longevity; I've fixed enough furniture in the past 27 years to have a pretty good idea what lasts and what doesn't. And so I dovetailed the case and the drawers, used mortise and tenon joints on the frames and doors, and used the matching, highly figured mahogany veneer on top of solid poplar rather than plywood, since I've seen a lot of delaminated plywood over the years.

When it was done, I felt like I'd done what I set out to do: With just a bit of good fortune, one of Kathy's great-grandchildren will be connected with a tiny bit of her past, just as I am today.

Designing with Your Customer

2008-12-04T11:56:00.000-08:00

Roger is my doctor, my friend, and now also my customer. He owns an antique brass tray that was his parents'; it had been used by a construction crew working in the post-war rubble of Birmingham, England, to cook their morning sausages, but that's another story. Roger thought it would be cool to build a table to display the heirloom, remind him of its history, and actually use it; and so it was that he asked me to design and build a tray table for him.

To work out some details, I decided to build a full-scale model of the table. I built the one at the bottom first and invited Roger to come look at it. He thought it both "clunky" and "stark", and had some ideas how to improve it. I sulked when my wife agreed with him. Model #2, in the middle, incorporated Roger's suggestions and gave him different leg and apron treatments to consider. He selected the legs he liked, argued a few subtle points of design, and chose a dye and glaze combination for the finished piece. The completed table is shown up top.

The design process for this small tray table was as important as the design itself. It gave Roger a real sense of ownership, allowed him to flex his aesthetic muscles, and ultimately claim the piece as his own. For the maker, it's always satisfying to make something your customer really likes.

Restoration Work

2008-10-27T06:59:00.001-07:00

What does a furnituremaker do when the immanent collapse of capitalism threatens to turn his telephone into a paperweight? I like to take the opportunity to get to the restoration projects I’ve been collecting. Though many furniture guys turn up their collective noses at restoration work, I have a real fondness for working on old pieces; in the past twenty-seven years I’ve worked on over two hundred. I like to see how they were made, what’s good and what’s bad about them; it’s the bad part that usually delivers them up to me.

There’s an artfulness required for good restoration work that sometimes goes far beyond what’s necessary for new work. The artfulness is born of respect for the work and the piece; a knowledge of arcane woodworking and finishing techniques; and a judgment of how far to take the work without damaging the value or the spirit of the antique.

Take this Chinese camphor wood chest. It’s not a valuable piece: the hinges and the hardware were changed long before it got to me, and its somewhat inelegant construction has resulted in numerous splits and cracks, and an ill-fitting top. Rather than try to disguise these, I have chosen to celebrate them as part of its charm. The finish was badly damaged; after a gentle sanding and thorough cleaning I used a combination of dewaxed shellac, varnish, and paste wax to give it a nice glow.

Oops

2008-09-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

When your designs push the limits of your technical abilities, sometimes problems emerge: pyramids implode, arches fall down, bridges collapse. In the rarified world of hand-made furniture, problems are fortunately less catastrophic. I made a swoopy, wing-like top for part of Catherine's Buffet, and one day Catherine called to say it had started to come apart -- water damage, she thought -- and luckily no one had been injured in the process.

It turned out the construction I had originally used was unstable -- no reflection on the maker -- so I'm building her a new top. I am changing techniques, though: I made a form in the shape of swoopy part, and laid up a stack of purpleheart veneers, each glued to each, on top. Then I stuck the whole thing in a vacuum bag; there it is, in the photo. When it's dry and I've cleaned it up a bit, I'll glue on the fancy face veneers (Karelian birch burl).

It's going to work fine this time. Promise.

Bedroom Set

2008-09-25T07:15:00.001-07:00

We’re working on a bedroom set this month, which includes two nightstands, a large headboard with storage, and a ten-foot-long by seven-foot-high, built-in dresser (actually, I’m not sure you can call something that big a dresser -- maybe an extremely large dresser, an ELD).

All the pieces have an Asian presence, which adds to a feel of serenity appropriate for the bedroom. The work is framed in ebonized Honduras mahogany with panels veneered with quatersawn African mahogany. The regular, straight grain of the veneer has almost an hypnotic quality, making it a good choice for the room where we hope to sleep.

The frame pieces are subtly curved in cross section, and joined with a three-way miter at the corners. You can see a close up of the joint. All the miters have loose tenons in them.

These are not flashy pieces, but I like them: nice design, nice details, nice materials. Just right for the boudoire.

Drop-Leaf Table

2008-02-12T19:01:00.001-08:00

This is a new little piece I recently completed: a swing-leg, drop leaf table in honduras mahogany with wenge accents and white pine drawer parts. It started out like most commissions: someone who knows my work approached me about designing and building something for her. She specified the size and the drop-leaf style, though left it to me exactly how it was to function. She also wanted a "rich" wood and a design that was simple and traditional, but with a details that rendered the piece distinctly new and handmade.

Among furniture people there's a lot of mystique surrounding the rule joint. That’s the hinged, curved edge where the leaves meet the top. If it’s not laid out just right, the joint binds or ends up with an ugly gap. The rule joint on this little table is, if I may say so (and I can -- it’s my damn blog) pretty good. Here’s a little secret: it’s really not very hard. In fact, it’s just like most things I do: it doesn’t require any real talent, just a willingness to be careful. Anyone with patience and practice can do good work. You could apply the sentiments of this entire paragraph to the knuckle joints on which the legs swing and the dovetails joints that hold the drawer together: both pretty well done, and in the final analysis, not really brain surgery.

All told, the table turned out pretty well: great wood, simple design, nice details. Not the flashiest thing in the old portfolio, but very satisfying indeed.