Entries in blind dovetail (2)
What follows is an unedited and somewhat disorderly photo diary of the woodshed build. there will be more to come regarding the technical specs of this timber-frame kinetic 11- sided fully rotational celestial observatory. There might even be a How-to video loaded to vimeo. Over the next couple of years, the Goonies will get to it with contraptions, secret machines, truffle shuffles, and inlay bedazzlement, not to mention the sound of the thing, and the reading room, and the archive of unknown pleasure. If you wish to support these efforts, buy a subscription or art from the archive. Additionally, all images on this site are available as hi-res digital print signed by the artist. Reach through the contact portal of this site and say hi. Love and gratitude to everyone who has helped make this thing happen.
It is insanely hot, so don't yell at me. I can't even remember my name sometimes, but still the work continues. The Foundation piers are in place and look fantastic. The tops of these poured concrete forms are seven sided (heptagonal) which in my world relates to harmony. On top of these purdy little columns will sit the rest of the sculpture for which I have been prototyping the jointery. This blind dovetail mechanically secures all the connections, but appears from the outside to be a regular butt joint. in my special lab notes I call this the zone for invisible poetics. Now the fun begins, cutting the actual posts and beams.
In and around torquing this stuff out I managed to go to Colorado for some tubing, the wedding of Charlie and Sara and some high altitude dancing. Well, regarding the tubing, it would be more accurate to say that I was crab walking in a creek for a couple of hours with my fellow tubers. My rubber donut caught a snag and with a wet sigh I was left sitting on a rock deflated. My only regret is that no one was around to hear the particularly funny-sounding tube fart. With my deflated black rubber donut I hitched a ride back to wedding tent and got my life together for the ceremony which was sweet as can be. The good people there seemed to be moved by the song I played the couple of the occasion, and I might have been the only one who noticed a faint smell of tire rubber everywhere. Waking up the morning after the wedding in the bridal tent alone the local flock of white ducks waddled me awake with thier funny little duck clucks. My suitcase was locked away in the laundry room, so I walked around the pond with the silly little ducks wearing yesterday's clothes. Later that evening I arrived to baggage claim and my suitcase was wide open, dirty laundry, toiletries and all. What a funny life. Thank you America.