I guess it has started with my grandfather who loved woodworking so much… so much that when I was a child we would think of him every time when we saw a truck packed with logs or any kind of lumber and we would say how happy he would have been with that load… (He passed away when I was about seven years old.)
It took 25 years to recognize that this endless admiration for the world of woodworking is going on in his grandchildren (yes, my sister too but that’s another story).
I assume that the pleasure of creating things is one of our most common features. I’m no different. In fact, I’m an engineer and it suits me just fine so no wonder that working with wood, making something useful out of it gives me even greater pleasure.
Literally nothing can beat the excitement that I feel when I’m on those few square feet around my workbench discovering materials, techniques and solving problems. Ooh, I just love solving problems; it’s always been so. And here is a world of challenges. Woodworking means a constant learning activity to me. Although I’m at the very beginning of this process, I clearly see the opportunity for gaining skills for a lifetime. As a matter of fact I can see myself settled down in the mountains working with wood all day long.
Actually woodworking is not the unique source of this great pleasure that I’m trying to describe. Touching or even seeing a nice piece of lumber even with a rough sawn surface can easily give me such a thrill. Let me give you an example.
It happened a few weeks ago when I popped into the local home store for some screw or something and I saw this beauuutiful black locust board waiting for being sold as a piece of fence. No way! I just couldn’t let it happen. But I didn’t want to buy it – I had no need for that. I had 25 bf steamed beech at home – I was dissuading myself from it. But I repeatedly went to this piece of wood and eventually I’ve bought it.
On the subway I leaned it against a seat and I was continuously looking at it, watching the exquisite texture of its surface and its golden color. And I found myself caressing it! Probably because I just wanted to feel this texture but anyways!
I’d already been at home for a few minute and I was looking for a place to store it and my girlfriend asked me something. I went to that room and I sat on the bed and we were discussing something and I found this black locust baby in my lap and I was definitely caressing it. No excuse – I wasn’t discovering its texture, just caressing it…
-- What are those few hours of mine compared to those decades Mother Nature has put in it!