Had ourselves a a few too many runs at Antelope Island outside of Salt Lake City last month. So much fun and uncomfortably bright and windy in the desert — who knew? Erin offered me a Vogue worthy pose showing off some edgy skateboard style. Im starting to see Ventura in the background instead of Utah.
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New York City is interesting in the same way that an assortment of stylish, however, mismatched socks is. You like so many of them individually, but you can’t just reach in and pull out a pair. You are at odds. Now, I’m not saying you there aren’t days when I could care less about wether my right foot is dark grey and my right, stark green, kind of like the south wall in my apartment, but I’m just entertaining the idea that sometimes I want things (my feet in this analogy) to look – and feel – a certain way. And so in New York, the situation can be similar to both a collection of gold-toe sock wearing, business seeking bunch like many old Andover dorm mates, (Quamme was all business — who cares for comfort anyways) and also a pair of bicycling Santa Claus socks that I had been given for Christmas one year (not really applicable everyday). You can start to envision the disorder.
New York is fun. I had a ball exploring all the food markets– just one single block revealed a more diverse palette of options than entire towns that I have lived in. It can be a place where incredible things happen, which could be refrained as tacos are always in season. I don’t envision it being a place where I could become complacent. For now, its an interesting collective of ideas. I would be able to do a lot of art in a big city, and might actually sell it for what I think it’s worth. I would predict many late nights in an odd apartment. More tacos. More Chinese food. Much more dim sum. More studios where everyone is gripped for real estate. More long runs. More skateboard commuting. More wacky finds at flea markets. More of a lot of great things.
Classic Flight of the Conchords… If you haven’t seen it. Caught on a flyer in the city.
Around two years ago, I found a really sweet piece of walnut. It was someones off-cut, clear as day, being weirdly thin and not quite rectilinear. The lighter edge will tell you that this piece has a splash of outer layer wood contrasting the dark heartwood grain. I was able to sketch a fin on this gold piece of scrap, create a diagonal cut, and insert my own walnut and oak endgrain checker pattern. The 21 1/2 squares are blocked by thin maple stringers, clamped between the walnut. Great project, but only time will tell if this fin ever sees time in the ocean. For now its a cool show piece.
There’s plenty of weird people in the Pacific Northwest. There’s the wonderfully weird, the extremely strange and the ‘it’s kinda hard to tell’ type. Luckily, there are plenty of designers that drive their art and architecture from our inspiring skyscrapers, in all of their lush green glory. It’s true, the PNW is truly an inspiring place and for now I find something about rain to be relaxing (I hope I still say that in the spring).
I built this live edge coffee table the week before I left. With taller legs I suppose it could become an dining table also. Lots of interesting swirls, curls, and undulating lines reminded me of a river delta, while the funky bowed shape was totally an unforeseen organic play that I couldn’t erase even if I tried. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow…
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Today I sit in my Eugene apartment for the second morning staring at my base camp duffel bag. Wednesday I was surfing the east coast some two thousand miles away from me now. I knew it would be the last time I surfed for awhile, but I had no idea just how long I’d have to wait. It was bittersweet. Flash forward a few days, and I was back in Utah, having the best weekend of my life with Erin, apprehensively packing my belongings into the aforementioned cargo carrier, preparing for a journey to the Pacific Wonderland state. Funny the way it is when you are finally doing what you always wanted to, but leaving things and people that you love.
What might fit in two carry ons that accompanied me on this journey might surprise you. A skateboard, full size yoga mat, inflatable sleeping pad, climbing shoes, blundstones, minimalist puffy and a laptop among a comfortable set of clothes for multiple types of endeavours. With Bikeflights (FedEx) transporting most of my belongings and taking nearly a week for their holy delivery, I’ve been tasked with ‘living out of a suitcase’ for more than a few days. Lets just call that living simply instead. So I spent several days packing, and repacking, then finally engineering my three bike boxes, one of which actually containing a bike as its main contents. And then I packed my shit – yet again – and departed the comfort of Utah for the cooler weather of Portland/Eugene. Here we go.
With the onset of hurricane Florence, I’ve put myself in more decently sized waves this week than I can remember. It’s been an eventful swell already, for me and hundreds of other New England surfers, but also a ticking time bomb for our southern friends. With each dive, i’m constantly reminded that the ocean is not a force to be reckoned with lightly. It knocks the breath out of me, literally; fills my ears with water until my brain feels flooded, then, the ocean that is, drips from my nose hours after I’m out of the surf. I’m sure most would agree that bending down to tie your shoes and having a forthcoming puddle of natural saline solution at your feet is annoying. Atleast I think so.
It’s all worth it, however, because in the evening, after a few hours spent surfing, I can’t stop smiling. Talking about this wave or that one. Closing my eyes on a Wednesday morning and daydreaming about something I surfed on Tuesday. Though not my largest paddle out, which came during the above picture’s swell ( No, I wasn’t out that day) yesterday’s 5-8′ session lead to some of the largest drops I’ve taken successfully. The warm water and sliding around in a light and quick summer suit felt majestic. Thank you Florence.
Around a year ago I made a coffee table top that just never seemed to form legs. My wood skills at that point in time weren’t quite up to motivating myself for such as task, thus they, and my plank, sat on my architecture studio desk for an entire semester, then my home basement, and even survived a move. Somewhere in this hardwoods’ journey from central Virginia to Southern Maine, it lost its orthogonal form. The bandsaw turned a rectangle into a stubby walnut fish shape plank too out of touch with scale to create anything useful. It was a beautiful accident.
This summer I created a rectangular base with tapered maple legs, walnut crossing points, and a mahogany skirt. Some parts I shaped at Chewonki. Holding the final iteration in my basement, looking for a top,I remembered the fish. They fit together perfectly.