Dear Sam,
I recently finished making a rocking chair of your design and wanted to tell you about it.
It must be over ten years ago I visited the Boston Museum of Fine Art and sat in one of your chairs. The museum curators had commissioned contemporary wood craftsmen to make seating for the public so that visitors could sit in art while they looked at it. I spent a lot of time looking at your chair. It made a lasting impression.
Earlier this year I visited the showroom of an Amish father-son furniture making business with friends, one of whom was looking for chairs to go with a dining table I had made. The chairs they offered were nice, a Windsor derivative, and an order was placed. I got to thinking I would like to make a chair and yours came to mind. I have made many things of wood but never a chair, let alone one as challenging as your rocker, so thought it would be best to get some help.
At first I sought books as I usually do. I read your book, Sam Maloof Woodworker and Jeremy Adamson's The Furniture of Sam Maloof. OK, I admit I didn't read all of it but I did look at all the pictures. Poured over them as a matter of fact. I dug up my December 1980 issue of Fine Woodworking and studied the feature article you wrote. I watched a long video of you doing a demonstration. I think you were 90 at the time.
An internet search turned up the help I needed from Charles Brock who offered full sized plans of a "Maloof Inspired Rocker" with instructions included. Charles teaches workshops on his methods for making this chair and has also recently made a companion video. I think some might begrudge another making a living from their design but I think he would have your blessing. He is enthusiastic and genuinely interested in helping others be successful.
I thought about you a lot as I made this chair. My favorite quote of yours is when you were asked, "Of all the furniture you have made what is your favorite piece?" You answered, "The one I'm working on. It's always the one I'm working on." This captures for me a love of the craft, of the process, of how to live one's life. It's not about what you have done. It's about what you are doing.
There are many who have excelled in their area of interest as you did. They are gifted with a unique vision of their work and the determination and perseverance to make it a reality. But what set you apart from others was your willingness to share what you know, what you learned. In countless articles, interviews, and demonstrations you gave the details as if to say, "Here, you try it."
In the past the tricks of the trades were reserved for those sworn to secrecy and willing to endure years of servitude. Today sharing knowledge is often seen as weakening one's advantage in the marketplace. I think your life demonstrates the fallacy in this approach. Although monetary gain was not your motivation, lo and behold, it eventually came your way. And there is no way to measure the friendships and goodwill this way of life creates. More than learning to make a chair I want to learn this from you. Give freely, hold nothing back. Give to all without fear.
It goes without saying that this chair is not as refined as you and your assistants would make. The lines don't flow as smoothly; I should have used a different piece of wood here; a glue line shows a little bit there. But it is a nice chair that is a pleasure to sit in. And I hope it shows that I cared about its making. I tried my best to make something beautiful.
With gratitude,
Stephen Tuttle
Notes:
Sam Maloof died at age 93 on May 23, 2009. Renowned for his tireless work ethic he was still putting in 8 hour days a few weeks before he died. He is one of the most influential woodworkers of our time. The home he built in San Alto, CA along with its gardens and extensive art collection is now The Sam and Alfreda Maloof Foundation for Arts and Crafts and is open to the public.
Sam's furniture will continue to be made available by the three craftsmen who have worked for him for many years. Their website: http://www.sam-maloof.com
This leg to seat joint is a hallmark of Sam's chairs. It is a bridle joint of sorts using matching router bits for the mated pieces. It is further secured with screws covered by ebony plugs. Its strength eliminates the need for stretchers beneath the seat allowing for more sculptural possibilities.
The wood for this chair is from two walnut trees that I harvested using a chainsaw mill. It is nice to be able to picture these trees, to follow the path from tree to chair.
I rarely make something twice and don't think this will be an exception despite ideas and knowing more than when I began. The amount of handwork involved took its toll on my hands. I need to rest them. The opposable thumb thing isn't working as well and if I'm not careful I might have to move down the food chain.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Mason's Lizard
Son Dylan had said he would like some of my art, a nice request I was happy to fulfill as a Christmas gift. I chose this photograph and made a custom walnut frame. I attached the second photo to the back with the description. This mason jar was set at a grave site in a very small graveyard near Moab, UT. I presume it once contained flowers. A lizard must have crawled in for one last fateful drink. - February 2006
Part of the appeal of this photo for me is the fond memories of the trip when it was taken. A long train ride from central PA, a stop over in Chicago, and on to Moab, Utah to see my friends Jerry and Barbara. We worked on a small addition to their house but took time out to see the wonderous surrounding landscape. In the off season we had these cathedral like spaces to ourselves at times. I remember palatable silence amidst colossal forms. Evenings at the local brew pub shooting pool or nice meals at home. It was such a perfect blend of working with a friend on a focused task and then relaxing and exploring in an incredible environment. A wonderful time.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas Lights
Geez this is wasteful isn't it? We've got people starving in China (are we still using China?) and this guy is burning energy like there is no tomorrow. He's generating enough heat to melt the snow on his lawn before everyone else. His neighbors get a brown out when he plugs 'em in. Ever heard of global warming? Can you spell c-o-n-s-e-r-v-a-t-i-o-n?
Actually I like it. Yeah it would be too much if lots of people did it but I think every neighborhood should have one politically incorrect dude who just goes ape shit with the lights. Palm tree lights?!!! It makes me smile.
So here is hoping that for one moment this holiday you can let go and raise a glass with family and friends in joyous celebratory excess. And be thankful that you can.
Actually I like it. Yeah it would be too much if lots of people did it but I think every neighborhood should have one politically incorrect dude who just goes ape shit with the lights. Palm tree lights?!!! It makes me smile.
So here is hoping that for one moment this holiday you can let go and raise a glass with family and friends in joyous celebratory excess. And be thankful that you can.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Cold windy night
Lucy needs a walk. Here I sit on the couch tired from work and a game of squash, full from supper with a fire in the stove and the Christmas tree alight. The wind howls around the house. Our heavy chime that is not easily excited has been a constant gong. Duty calls. But I know once she gets me up, inertia overcome, we might see something.
Yesterday's six inches of wet heavy snow is now icy solid. Must not fall down. As we get older we get shorter but the ground gets farther away. How does that happen? Man it's cold. Colder 'n a witches tit in a brass brassiere as they say in .... nevermind, no one says that.
Down the drive to the street where it's clear and we pick up the pace. Clouds on the horizon still seem white despite darkness. Maybe they are reflecting the distant town lights. Above the moonless sky displays countless stars. There's Orion's belt. There's the Seven Sisters. Those girls are faint but for some reason it's one constellation I always find. The wind is a constant drone.
Sorry girl it's too cold tonight. Just down to the stop sign and back to our cozy hearth. And a biscuit. After a walk comes a biscuit. I'm well trained. Punishment for not delivering the biscuit is 20 minutes of mournful staring.
Yesterday's six inches of wet heavy snow is now icy solid. Must not fall down. As we get older we get shorter but the ground gets farther away. How does that happen? Man it's cold. Colder 'n a witches tit in a brass brassiere as they say in .... nevermind, no one says that.
Down the drive to the street where it's clear and we pick up the pace. Clouds on the horizon still seem white despite darkness. Maybe they are reflecting the distant town lights. Above the moonless sky displays countless stars. There's Orion's belt. There's the Seven Sisters. Those girls are faint but for some reason it's one constellation I always find. The wind is a constant drone.
Sorry girl it's too cold tonight. Just down to the stop sign and back to our cozy hearth. And a biscuit. After a walk comes a biscuit. I'm well trained. Punishment for not delivering the biscuit is 20 minutes of mournful staring.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
dog house heater
My previous dog was a collie and had a serious coat of fur. I never did see her shiver. But not so my new dog, a black lab mix with sleek short hair. Since we are sometimes gone for the day and need to put the dog in her pen I thought a little additional heat in the doghouse was in order. A little internet searching turned up a homemade solution: http://www.nodakoutdoors.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=46653
Basically it's a coffee can with a light bulb in it. Had to wire an outdoor outlet and string a wire out to the pen but it's in place and looks like it will do the trick. Just need some cold weather to put it to the test.
Basically it's a coffee can with a light bulb in it. Had to wire an outdoor outlet and string a wire out to the pen but it's in place and looks like it will do the trick. Just need some cold weather to put it to the test.
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Keb Mo at the State
In our town, State College, Pa. , the old theater on the main street was bought by a non-profit group, renovated, and given new life as a community theater. Their focus has been to bring in music acts - the up and comings, the once weres, and shows that just work in a more intimate setting. They also show alternative films and some community plays.
Monday my son Dylan and I caught Keb Mo, a great contemporary blues act. Good performance with excellent back up musicians to accompany his slide and electric leads. If you don't know his music you might like to check it out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLiMXitJzvw
Monday my son Dylan and I caught Keb Mo, a great contemporary blues act. Good performance with excellent back up musicians to accompany his slide and electric leads. If you don't know his music you might like to check it out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLiMXitJzvw
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