for my daughters artist area
This Christmas I gave my daughter a easel, she had a specific wish and so I decided that where I could bring her some of me, was in making her a box for all the paint gear.
She is quite dedicated, spend many hours in her room painting with a deep focus and in a meditative state of mind.
Nothing less than wonderful.
I have made her a jewel box at a ealier time and as some of you know I have a soft spot for the Japanese crafts, so I went in that direction, using some of the methods I have learned on my path.
So as usual a drawing of the idea and a few measures.
Like this it is less like working blindfolded.
Measures taken, notes made and the saw are warmed up.
Quick and clean cuts in a beautiful furniture grade plywood.
Marking and wine.
Here marking the thickness of the plywood on to the ends with a wheel style cutting gauge.
I do love that marling gauge.
Now breaking the edge as we call it in Denmark, just a few light passes with the sanding block to trim it so it will not tear out.
Not bad that Italian wine.
Tobacco and marking up the sides to make sure they will find their match later.
A-A and so on.
Since I will use fingers for the joints, I lay out with a divider.
Just light marks.
Talking a walk down the side.
Then I can mark out the fingers and mark what to cut away.
Also I cut the lines after with a marking knife.
Like this I can make some fast cutting on the band saw.
Cut on the waste side of the line.
Here you see why it’s important to pre cut the lines, the tearing stops right on the line.
Then it’s just to stay focused and cut.
Now the fingers can be transferred to the ends.
Don’t just mark it up and cut all, this little trick makes all the difference and secures close, sharp fingers.
Like this, again marking the waste.
Back to the band saw.
Now all cut.
We got a box.
The lid on top.
Thickness of the ply, here 9mm, marked with cutting gauge on the sides of the lids underside.
Then cut in repeating cuts straight up to the line in app half the ply’s thickness.
Trimming with a shoulder plane.
Always away from the edge, never towards it.
The lid in place.
Fits right in.
Happy I am.
All parts are ready.
Dry fit complete.
Clamping the box and predrilling for the wood nails.
(Yes this is starting to be a MaFe-san trademark…).
I nailed it!
Ok back to the drilling, no more bad jokes.
Just light tap for the pre assembly.
Marking half the plywood thickness to the base, in this way I know where to drill so I can fix the bottom to the sides.
Like this, just wood nails.
Divider also gets a few nails.
All nails done.
Now tear it apart!
My daughter wants a color that will fit her other furniture’s and the new easel, so I mix up a dye.
Yeps that’s the color she want’s.
Just a piece of cloth will do the job.
Ends first and wear gloves.
Lovely that the grain still stands out, was afraid it would have become more flat.
Now time to glue the fingers.
Not my own fingers…
Ohhhhh yes and no glue before the dye, otherwise the dye will not penetrate the wood.
Pressure applied and nails driven in with glue, like this the fingers get tight and the joint strong.
Trimming the ends off, a piece of paper on top helps me from scratching the surface with the trim saw.
A pair of spacers are added under the box.
A box, steady as a rock.
Think I deserve a break now.
A mix of bees wax and linseed oil are applied.
This help to bring back the life into the wood and also we get a surface that will gain beauty from use.
Again a cloth.
Please notice the life that returns to the wood.
Ohhh yes and my MaFe brand, a little reminder that her father made the box for her, once she has left the house and are walking her own path in life, hopefully full of colors.
And here it is.
No more, no less.
Yes perhaps a box made with love are more than just a box.
It will gain from age, just like the rest of us.
Do get a desire to fill it with tools, but this one is not for me. ;-)
Plenty of room, the divider low so long brushes, paper and other stuff can use the full length.
Yep I’m ok with it.
Time to wrap it up.
In brown paper.
Message for my daughter on top.
I’ll call it a day and bring it home now.
Back home it was received with joy.
Here in her art corner with the easel I gave her for Christmas.
Home sweet home.
Plenty of room for her stuff.
I will end the story here, and keep getting joyful when I come to the room and see a new painting taking form, a new fantasy getting life in her room.
Merry Christmas, yes a late one.
Hope it can be an inspiration, at least to her.
-- MAD F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.