My name is Brendon. I live in Ireland. I am married with three children.
Retired from business.
And this is probably all you need to know:
I love wood. I love the tools that work wood, old and new. I collect them, use them and even make a few.
If I don’t get to see and touch wood for at least a little while most days, I become agitated. I just have to be making something. It’s an itch I have to scratch. Wierd Huh!
I believe that we must love the wood, otherwise we will never make anything worthwhile; just more and more mundane stuff to add to the ever increasing land-fill that destroys the earth.
To create something that will be kept long after we are gone, we need to make it by hand with the patience and intimacy of plane and chisel. We need to feel the run and very fibre of the grain, to gauge subliminally the weight of the shavings as they fall to the floor; to consider much and make many minor adjustments along the way.
On the many journeys from rough board to finished piece, I have discovered the secret of woodcraft. It is not necessarily training (although training and practice are clearly essential) or some innate skill-set or gift that was bestowed on us at birth. No, it is patience; festina lente (make haste slowly).
That may sound asinine, a senseless oxymoron; how can going slower increase speed? But haste brings mistake and blunder in its wake. Too many irreperable cock-ups. Too many start-overs. So…, be patient. Remember always that the sum of small steps is a quantum leap.
Happy woodworking and be safe. Brendon