Have I found my tribe?

Last Friday I went to the Best of the Northwest art show to see if it's something I want to be part of.  I arrived as the doors opened at 10 am, planning on getting through the whole thing by around noon.  Bwaahaaahaaaaa. I ended up standing up Bartosz for a 2:00 date (so sorry honey!) First thing when I walked through the door I gravitated to some sculptures by Dan, a lovely man whose business card I seem to have misplaced. He worked with metal, blocks of wood, and twigs.  He kindly let me take this picture of the top portion of one of his sculptures.

That gorgeous twiggy thing is from one of my favorite plants, corokia cotoneaster.  I love it so much, I have two! OK, one is dead, but can you not see why I still have it on display in its pot on the patio? The form of those crooked branches is sublime. Now, inspired by Dan, I'm afraid I'll have to hack up my dearly departed shrub and embellish something of my own with it. But, alas, that will leave me with only my living corokia. Maybe I'll have to buy another one and bump it off as a replacement.

Anyhoooooosie....
I had such a great time talking to Dan and many other artist/crafters at the show that it took forever to see the whole show. I found myself especially impressed by works of precision and obsession to detail, and the people who do this kind of work.

My overall impression of this art fair as a place for me to show (and hopefully sell) my work? I think my work fits in with the quality of what I saw there, so it's worth trying to get in. Yet I think I'd be most excited about meeting more people who love working with their hands.  I've been cooped up in my shop for 15 years!  I need to get out and meet other humans who make stuff, something I've missed doing since my time at Seattle Central's cabinetry program.

I am completely energized and inspired, and when this damn rain stops I'm going to go uproot that corokia and hang it up to dry in the shop.


Alright, then. I did it and here it is...

 What a cool dead plant. I removed one little branch that was halfway snapped off and took it into the shop to play, where I have been making a shelf of figured walnut.

 
Next time: I receive my lumber order from Gilmer lumber of Portland.  I'm going to make y'all look at my slideshow.

Did I really just do that?

Oh, good grief.  The god of woodworking is effing with my brain.  I'm making this little drawer for a cabinet, and I screwed up one of the sides three separate times, so I decided to take a picture of it and share, in my self-deprecating way, my little story of woe.

See, three different attempts and each time I made some stupid mistake laying out the dovetails.  So, hey, maybe I'll turn that into lemonade and share it on my blog.  Snap a picture, get back to work, and do it right this time.  Cut the curves along the tops of the sides....


Fast forward to the next morning.  I go into the shop, pick up the completed and assembled drawer and look at it.  Hey, the groove along the bottom edge for the bottom to slide into needs a little fiddling with.  Pick up a block of wood to tap the side off, give it a whack........

It seems I forgot that I actually glued it up the day before.  There is no saving it.  If I were to calculate the hours I have worked on this cabinet and divide that into what I hope to sell the cabinet for, well... I'd be doing better working at McDonald's.  

Okay, pity party over.  I'm not in it for the money, fame, and fast cars anyway.