Last week I made a wood bowl. This may sound dumb, but I am seriously proud of it. It looks like a real bowl. Legit. The kind you’d buy somewhere.
The Passover retreat that we went to in Georgia had a wood shop, and I signed up for an early-morning (10am) “ring bowl” class. The five slots for the class were taken, but the four other aspiring woodworkers didn’t show and I had a private lesson.
Drill press. Lathe. Band saw. Other things that could cut my hands off. All awesome, and with the guidance of a great teacher… I used those tools to make something!
Working about twenty times slower (really) than my instructor Paul, I learned to use the machine tools listed above and turned an ugly piece of Home Depot scrap wood into a work of art. In the process I learned that burly woodworkers frequently use the word “sexy” to describe curves in projects, and that it can be really fun to sharpen a knife on a tool that makes sparks fly.
We’ve been back in Phoenix since Friday, and I’ve been proudly examining my ring bowl on a daily basis.
posted by yair