In this video I turn Natural Edge Vase from a root of a Ash tree. This was quite a challenging turn with all the rotten bits, bug holes and dirt that you find in roots, But i think it turned out full of character, especially the ripply grain on one side. It was finished with Danish oil and Varnish.
VIDEO HERE (10:45 minutes)
Kinda neat!
ReplyDeleteVery weird Kenny I literally watch this video 30 minutes ago on YouTube. What are the chances.
ReplyDeleteA master. Don't even try this if you aren't damn good. That gouge or any of his tools ya could have shaved with. I've done a bit of wood turning but that's top shelf. Way out of my range.
ReplyDeleteThere's a wood turning place nearly across the street from my office. Maybe I should go check it out.
ReplyDeleteKenny I am not that good, and have a smaller lathe, but I make bowls. I would be very glad to make one for you and Lisa.
ReplyDeleteYou have my email.
Steve in KY.
When I was working one of the winter jobs the logger I worked for used to do was take out old walnut orchards. We'd fall and chip the trees (BIG Morbark!) and would dig up the root wads that would then get sold to a guy that would process the wood and sell it to stock makers.
ReplyDeleteBefore the root wads could get hauled he'd have to clean and trim them up, and to do that he'd show up in a pickup with about 12 Stihl saws, as sawing through the dirt and rocks in the roots wasn't very easy on the equipment.
He paid lots of money for those root wads and made lots of money selling that beautiful wood to stock makers.
This video sent me down a ten-hour rabbit hole. Now my feet are swollen! Heh.
ReplyDeleteOur acreage has several woodlots.
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I go out occasionally with a Craftsman 20v chain-saw.
I trim an eye-level branch at a sharp angle (quarter-sawn?).
An hour or so with a Craftsman 20v orbital sander, some spar-varnish applications over a week or so.
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Plain-looking on the outside woods such as Cottonwood can be magnificent.
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This gives me a tremendous sense of satisfaction each time I walk by on my strolls around the place.
For some reason, I seem obliged to rest my hand there and offer a moment of gratitude... and connection.