Our relationship with wood is complicated. When I see a beautiful maple in my neighborhood, I want to kill it, tear it open and use its guts to make something.
But I also appreciate the beauty of its canopy.
When I try to rive locust, I want every locust tree to catch flame and its locust children to suffer a similar fate. (Locust, by the by, is a tough species.) But when I drive locust pegs into a drawbored joint, I laugh with joy.
Woodworker Geremy Coy recently attended a talk by Jennie Alexander, one of the authors of “Make a Joint Stool from a Tree” where Jennie said something interesting:
“People in the 18th century were trying to find the beauty in wood. People in the 17th century were trying to hide it.”
It inspired a blog entry that I think you should read. Check it out here.
— Christopher Schwarz