Mystery Timber Bud Vase
Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. This is a limited piece from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be three others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. The design was one of my first and I will be candid, the execution is not perfect. If you look closely you will notice small quirks and idiosyncrasies. Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. I believe an art piece is not just the sum of its parts but also it’s history. Who made it? How they made it? Why they made it? Where it is from? Where you are going to put it in your house? I will tell you a little story about this pieces history but you have to decide the last one for yourself.
This piece of mystery timber originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨... Then after much organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, it arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.
Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. This is a limited piece from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be three others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. The design was one of my first and I will be candid, the execution is not perfect. If you look closely you will notice small quirks and idiosyncrasies. Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. I believe an art piece is not just the sum of its parts but also it’s history. Who made it? How they made it? Why they made it? Where it is from? Where you are going to put it in your house? I will tell you a little story about this pieces history but you have to decide the last one for yourself.
This piece of mystery timber originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨... Then after much organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, it arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.
Mystery timber… Well, at least a mystery to me and my pop. This is a limited piece from Pop’s Stash of timber. There may only be three others even remotely like it (check them out if they are still available), all made by yours truly. The design was one of my first and I will be candid, the execution is not perfect. If you look closely you will notice small quirks and idiosyncrasies. Art is subjective, personal and at the end of the day it only takes one person to like an item. I believe an art piece is not just the sum of its parts but also it’s history. Who made it? How they made it? Why they made it? Where it is from? Where you are going to put it in your house? I will tell you a little story about this pieces history but you have to decide the last one for yourself.
This piece of mystery timber originated to the best of my knowledge in the deep, dark, depths of my Pop’s shed. There it lay dormant for decades, until Pop moved houses (read more about that in the article The Trip of a Lifetime). Like most of the timber he has salvaged over the years, Pop was sick of it and consigned it to the dreaded burn pile. Along came me, a fresh faced university dropout, full of naivety and sentimentality as I embarking on a crusade to help Pop move and save every last scrap of his timber stash. This was piece 157 that I saved from the fire 🤨... Then after much organising, 1771.1kms in 20hrs and $1970, it arrived on my doorstep ready to be turned into this beautiful piece. Literally turned into this beautiful piece (because I’m a woodturner, you get it?). With everything this piece has been through, all you have to do is be the first one to buy it.
This piece has been hand turned on the lathe by yours truly, burnt in reference to its history (as you would know if you have read the description) by yours truly and finished with linseed oil and beeswax by you guessed it… my sister.
It is approximately 14cm tall, 10cm wide and according to my kitchen scales weighs 600grams.