it is the dead of winter. negative zero temps and nothing to do but cut up pieces of wood in my HEATED garage. i made a bowl of spalted maple, finished with "salad bowl finish" and beeswax; as well as a couple of picture frames. one for sherry, for her birthday/christmas, made of birdseye maple (that stuff chips out so bad i cant even stand it...but it turned out okay in the end), and another that i think will look pretty kickass with a good black and white photo in it, on MY wall, of bubinga with tung oil. i am not having much luck with these frames...either they're chipping out or the boards are flying off the table saw at my head. it's a perilous hobby...but art shouldn't be safe. what's the point if you're not putting your life, or at least fingers, on the line?
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