Doors and Windows
Shadows and Light
A series of landscapes
Natural World, Unreal
A very short series featuring people.
People are everywhere.
Photos that fit this definition, more or less Continue reading
A Collection of 2-Dimensional work in various media…
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
No things are for sale.
Oak, steam bent, lathe turned, colored with essence of magic bean, and containing the secret of the next sunrise. Continue reading
These paintings are explorations of color, gradation and texture. Various application techniques were used, and the reflective nature of the steel and aluminum substrates, where used, add a depth that dynamically changes with the angle of view that static photos cannot capture. Continue reading
A Collection of My Photographs…
I decided that it might be fun to replicate the Excelsior No.1 table entirely in wood. I did; it was.
This is a study of worn out impeller blades from an industrial shot blast machine. They’re cast from incredibly hard and abrasion resistant material. As hard as they are, though, the blades do wear out, resulting in some of the patterns captured here.
This stool was built spontaneously. No plans were made or referred to, and virtually nothing was measured.
Blue #85, Abstract
Fish Eye / Fisheye
A self sustaining still life.
My best guess is that the New Haven Police Department dumped these guns in Long Island Sound. Continue reading
A living tree, then a structural component, now this.
I think I know what I see when I look at this.
I got into the habit of giving names to my computers long ago, once I learned how useful a recognizable identifier can be in a network setting. I’ve named machines after Ansel (Adams), (Thelonius) Monk, Euclid and other figures that resonated with me for some reason.
Here is an example of reclaimed wood being given a second chance.
A bench dog is a piece of hardware that fits into a workbench for the purpose of holding or steadying a piece of material. A woodworker might use a bench dog to clamp a block of wood in order to carve it, for example.
Here’s a small stool made from scraps of pine, fir, and a dash of walnut.
I acquired a factory produced Queen Anne coffee table some time ago, and it hung around the shop serving as an overflow storage surface, buried under paint cans and unsorted hardware.
I forgot all about it until the day I finally got around to cleaning up.
Legends are born in events that we rarely take personal part in. Actions that transcend ordinary lives always seem to occur when we’re not there to see. Those near enough to bear witness later share their tale with a circle of friends, and eventually the word reaches our ears. This is such a tale. Continue reading
I’ve had a short section of a log in my possession for years. I have no idea where it came from, or what type of wood it is, just that it’s very light in weight. It’s also light in color, yet it produces dark brown chips. It’s a mystery.
I welcome the whole ‘re-purposing’ movement. It makes fashionable what people all over the world have been doing for thousands of years as a matter of instinct and survival: simple conservation. Continue reading
A box of my old notebooks passed through my hands recently. The pages were filled with thoughts and impressions in the form of words and images. Most had lost whatever had made them originally worth committing to paper, and I had no hesitation at tossing them, notebook after notebook.
I have a great fondness for fairy tales, and even have a modest collection of old fairy tale books. I have vivid memories of reading these fantastic stories as a very young human, fretting for the safety of the characters as their rambling adventures brought them to far-off and impossible places. I remember feeling wistful, even at that age, that I would never be able to travel there with them. Continue reading
For almost fifteen years, I performed maintenance work on the F/V Oceanic, a 41′ research and teaching boat owned and operated by the Maritime Aquarium at Norwalk, CT. Continue reading
Your message in on its way.
Carry on with whatever you were doing. Once my fully robotic staff has read your message and added their well intentioned comments to the margins, it will be rolled up and served to me in a copper samovar along with a warm biscuit. I’ll get back to you.
I’ll be able keep at it for a while longer thanks to you.