The Lather’s Table I made for the Green Project’s Salvations Contest is in this month’s issue of Fine Woodworking Magazine, featured in the Reader’s Gallery on Page 77. Fine Woodworking is an awesome magazine to subscribe to if you are into woodworking, and I’m honored to be part of such a prestigious publication this month. Here’s a scan of the cover and page 77:
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If you are in the Uptown area tomorrow September 23rd, and you fancy hearing a lecture on mixed-media art and the merits of anti-specialization, stop by Lusher High: 5624 Freret St at Joseph St. @ 2.30pm. I’ll do a power point presentation for 45 minutes in room 307 on the varied history and themes of my work, and then on to the gallery reception on the 4th floor where i’ve got some illuminated pieces on display. It’ll be electric! (dumb pun intended).
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Last week I finished the Lath Console Table I was commissioned to build by a very important client (my dad). Similar to the Lather’s table I built for the Salvations Design Competition earlier this year, the project relied heavily on salvaged materials and the slow process of lamination (gluing wood together). The client (pops) wanted me to do a little write up explaining the process of making the table as well as the story behind its inception and parts, so if you are interested in reading that, it is below the pictures. Overall, I like this table better than the first one I built, though they are a completely different design so direct comparison is difficult. With this one, i used the skinny part of the wood as the table top surface instead of the fat (how’s that for proper woodworking terminology!) and I really dig the bowling lane/hardwood floor effect it achieves. I came up with the general design idea for this table while I was building the last one, and after building this one, i’ve got six more designs i’d like to try, all relying on lath. Oh to have all the free time in the world to build furniture… Anyway, here are the pics. Let me know what you think or if you have any ideas for other ways to use lath strips, i’d love to hear them. P.S. – The first lath table I built is featured in the Reader’s Gallery of the current issue (Sept/Oct) of Fine Woodworking Magazine, page 77 I think. Checkitout!
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“The Lath Console Table”
John Robert Portman 2011
60”x12”x34”
Pine, Cypress
Laths are long slender pieces of wood that are nailed horizontally between the studs of a house leaving narrow gaps in between strips so that the plaster of the walls and ceiling have something to adhere to when applied. Lath and plaster work is a specialized building trade that is very labor intensive and requires considerable skill. Since the invention of gypsum board, which is faster and cheaper to install than plaster, the use of lath and plaster in residential construction is very rare, even though its durability and quality is far greater than that of drywall.
As New Orleans is an old city, most of its houses were originally built with lath and plaster walls. Since Katrina, the first thing a renovator does to a flooded home is to gut out all of the plaster and lath and discard it in a dumpster. Because plaster is water resistant, the wooden lath behind the plaster is still in nearly the same condition as when it was installed, and thereby still usable. A standard gutted shotgun house yields hundreds of wood lath strips. This table is made from approximately 100 laths that have been fished out of dumpsters from all over New Orleans and re-purposed into a one-of-a-kind piece of furnitiure.
Built using traditional joinery, there are no nails or screws or fasteners of any kind holding the table together, only wood-to-wood connections. The top is made by process of lamination, in which each individual strip is planed smooth and glued to another strip and another and so on. The table top is connected to the legs via a through-wedged dovetail mortise and tenon joint, in which wedges are driven into slots cut into the end of the tenon. The wedges expand the tenon within a trapezoidal-shaped mortise, thereby locking the tenon in place permanently (which is why this is also called a “suicide” joint).
The lath shelf underneath is connected to the legs by a square peg running though the legs and into a square hole chiseled into the shelf. Even the pegs are made out of lathing strips. The only non-lath part of the table are the legs, which are made of light-colored cypress in order to contrast the rich dark browns of the pine lath.
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I was recently commissioned to build another lathing strip table and work is well under way. The picture below is of the top of the table. More pics to come upon completion in about a week!
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I had to make some copies of existing brackets that were damaged on a historic home in the Irish Chanel in New Orleans. I made them out of spanish cedar to resist moisture and cut them out on a scroll saw.
L'original.
The black stripes help me remember what is to be cut out.
scroll saws are perfect for bracket work because, unlike a band saw, you can detach the blade and thread it thru a hole to make isolated cuts in the center of a block.
once you have a good drawing to work from, all you need is transfer paper to copy the design onto wood.
The cutoffs all look like sea serpents to me.
I made three. Important that they all match!
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Do-gooders of the world seeking hobbits to wage battle against sinister scarlet orb of doom. Please send resume with cover letter to Gandalf Pedersen, 1225 Shire Lane, Minas Tirith, M.E.
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I just bought a neato old light fixture on ebay with a red glass globe that I’ll turn into a table top lamp. It reminds me of a vintage movie house light with its soothing red color, but Leslie says it makes her think of the eye of Sauron (lord of the rings evil overlord) and is slightly afraid of it. Either way, there has to be a market out there for something like that, right? I can see the etsy listing now: “vintage scarlet orb of doom lamp for your desktop…”
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So I bought this spool of vintage cloth wire on ebay that i was really excited about. The cloth covering is black with silver stripes, is from the 60s, and reminds me of these friendship bracelets my friends and I used to wear in the late 80s (except not nearly as dorky).
totally tubular.
Vintage Cloth Wire is a really popular item on ebay and it i’ve seen prices go up to $250 + for a 150ft reel. Well, I somehow was able to get my 100ft of wire for $18, so you can see why I was like totally stoked dude to receive this awesome wire and use it for my totallly radical lamps. I checked the tracking information every day for a week, watching my package eek its way from New Jersey to New Orleans via the United States Postal Service. Finally, the day came when i checked on the package from work and it said that it had been delivered! When I got home a few hours later, i hurried joyously to the mailbox (we have one of those neighborhood cluster boxes) but it was not there, and then to my front porch where most delivery men leave the packages behind a column; not there either. My fiance must have brought it in, i thought, as i ignored the growing sense of panic in my throat. But Leslie hadn’t been home at all that day, i knew, and the package was nowhere inside. I checked the computer again to make sure i had the right package. I did. I looked all over the porch and checked the mail box again. Nothing. I asked my neighbors on the left and right if they had seen the package and they hadn’t. It was then that the despair set it. Though a very beautiful place, New Orleans is full of awful and dishonorable people and there was no doubt in my mind that someone had nicked the package off my porch in the 2 hours that i sat there between the time it was delivered and the time I got home. I see so many people doing terrible and immoral things on a daily basis that i’ve grown pretty jaded as of late with humanity and the future of this city. All that aside, it is a terrible feeling to wait expectantly for a package to arrive only to realize that it will never come. Something one-of-a-kind and irreplaceable, gone because of some jerk with no morals.
I still had a tiny hope that it was all a mistake and my package was still on a truck out there somewhere, so i called the US Postal Service 800 number. After spending half an hour on the phone with the USPS computer voice, I finally tricked the system into letting me talk to a human and she said i would have to talk to the local post office and my area code supervisor. I talked to him later and he confirmed that the package had, in fact, been left on my front porch right in front of my door., according to the delivery man. “Why didn’t he hide it somewhere like everyone else does?” i asked him. He responded, “Why? Is it a bad area?” I didn’t know how to respond. The man was obviously from New Orleans judging by his accent, so how did he not know that this city is All bad neighborhoods, with only a few islands of good ones? Infuriatingly, he went on to tell me that this theft was pretty much my fault for not leaving a note on my door asking the delivery man to hide the package.
But I still would not give up. I figured that is someone stole my package they would be on foot, and would open the package in a block or two to see what treasure they had procured. After discovering that the contents were something that is of no value to anyone (except a lighting dork like me) they would have dropped the package on the ground or dumped it in the nearest trash can. So, the next morning, i took a walk around the ‘hood. I went four blocks in each direction, peaking in trash cans as I went, searching for my precious. I also looked on the porches of other abodes that had my same number address or even just close to my numbers. I saw the neighborhood post man and asked him about my package, and he said that he wasn’t on my route on the day it was delivered, and that it was another guy. He knew to hide the package, but the other guy didn’t have as much sense. He was understanding, but there was nothing he could do. Finally, I gave up the search. It was gone.
But wait! This blog post is not called the Prodigal spool of wire for nothing! This depressing story does have a happy ending, one that restores the lost faith in humanity and fixes all that is wrong with the world! Well, sort of anyway. The doorbell rang this afternoon, and it was my neighbor from three doors down with a package in her hand. Could it be? “The post man left this on my porch a few days ago,” she said, “and i’ve been waiting to see you to give it to you but I haven’t so here it is.”
Her address is nothing like mine, by the way, so the post man just got it way wrong. Still, my heart soared to have in my hands what I had given up for lost. I mentioned before the awfulness of loss, but there is also a truly amazing feeling that can only be experienced when that thing that you thought was gone forever comes back to you. I can only think of one other time in my life that I’ve felt such elation (long-lost cat coming home) and it was awesome – i did a stupid happy dance, ask leslie.
So, the moral of the story is this: The world is a bad place (mostly) and people do dumb things (often), and this leads us to expect the worst in people because the worst is usually what you get. But sometimes, every once in a while, it isn’t as bad as you think, and you get a little pleasant surprise that makes you do a little dance.
So, without further ado, here is my precious, the comeback wire, the monowatt surprise, the spool that wouldn’t quit, etcetera etcetera. Keep your eyes peeled for this magical wire in future lamps!
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installing the finished product.
I was tasked with replicating the colorful transom I blogged about a while back, so here are some pictures. As a one man millshop at the Preservation Resource Center, I had to do all the steps myself, from milling to assembly to glazing. Good experience, but pretty slow compared to a production shop. The transoms are made out of cypress using traditional mortise and tenon joinery. Making a window is like making a jig saw puzzle – each piece has post a positive and negative shape, and it all has to fit together perfectly. If done right, the finished sash pieces together snugly without any nails necessary. a little glue is used for permanence, but that’s all.
Next, I’m making doors for the same property, here in new orleans in the treme.
once glued, the sash is clamped and left overnight. no nails are used.
mortise and tenon joint.
three amigos.
the pieces of a sash. rails (horizontal), Stiles (verical), and muttons (the skinny fellas in the middle)
this is a rail (horizontal part). the thin part sticking off the end is called the tenon.
before gluing all the pieces together, everything is checked for fit.
notice how the cope and profile mirror each other. that off colored square is where i mortised in the wrong place and had to patch the hole. Once the transom gets painted, you'll never know it is there.
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Finally got my act together enough to take proper product shots of my lamps and get them posted in my shop on Etsy. It is amazing how easy it is to make something look better by just setting it in front of a white backdrop. It was a little tricky to light the lamp and also set the camera exposure so that you could still see the glowing filaments of the bulb, but once i got my system down they turned out pretty well. Lots of competition on Etsy, so good presentation is key! Please check out my shop and feel free to favorite some of my lamps and photographs if you dig them: http://www.etsy.com/shop/JRPortman
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