08-21-2015, 06:35 PM
Some of you may recall my posting several times that a few years back I got pretty well burned out on woodworking. Didn't do anything AT ALL for probably two years, and nothing 'significant' in the last five or six. I just couldn't get excited about going out in the shop. 
I was talking to a painter (artist) friend yesterday, a higher ed art instructor. I grew up in a family of accomplished oil artists, and am very particular about what's 'good'. I consider his work very good. He made the comment that he'd never been happy with anything he painted, and that's what motivated him, because he wanted to be better. That struck me immediately, because I used to be that way... until I built a dining room (table/chairs/benches/sideboard) that I was truly happy with. I felt at that time it was the best work I'd done, and even tho I'm sure there were a couple things I might've done differently, there wasn't anything I felt like I could've done better. It was right around that time that my mojo went south.
I've done just about everything I ever wanted to do with wood over the years, and honestly feel like technically I could build anything I wanted to do moving forward... but because I've already done so much, I don't see anything that excites me enough to get going.
This summer I finally built a bed set for US, after selling several over the years. Finally got the bookcases done that LOML has been hounding me for since forever. Bed and bookcases both turned out quite well, and Jean is happy. I actually enjoyed getting back into it... but it was 'mechanical'... and had I been able to convince her to pay the money for the Amish stuff, it wouldn't have bothered me a bit.
Last weekend I delivered two tall shelf units for a coworker. Nothing special...plywood carcass and shelves with solid trim. Functional, but very plain. She's over the moon with them. But it was drudgery for me because there wasn't a single piece of the 'process' that was fun... and the only sense of accomplishment I got from them (and the bed/bookcases, for that matter) is to be thankful it's over. That makes me sad.
I've been talking forever about making the Hal Taylor rocker. Had the plans for maybe 8 years now. But there's no part of that chair that will be a 'technical stretch' for me. That said, I realize on an 'artsy' piece like that, the challenge is putting all the pieces together perfectly and the finish work... and mistakes will be very obvious. I'm beginning to think I'm scared that I won't be able to say I'm happy with anything anymore.
Please discuss, and feel free to shrink me. God knows I need it!

I was talking to a painter (artist) friend yesterday, a higher ed art instructor. I grew up in a family of accomplished oil artists, and am very particular about what's 'good'. I consider his work very good. He made the comment that he'd never been happy with anything he painted, and that's what motivated him, because he wanted to be better. That struck me immediately, because I used to be that way... until I built a dining room (table/chairs/benches/sideboard) that I was truly happy with. I felt at that time it was the best work I'd done, and even tho I'm sure there were a couple things I might've done differently, there wasn't anything I felt like I could've done better. It was right around that time that my mojo went south.
I've done just about everything I ever wanted to do with wood over the years, and honestly feel like technically I could build anything I wanted to do moving forward... but because I've already done so much, I don't see anything that excites me enough to get going.

This summer I finally built a bed set for US, after selling several over the years. Finally got the bookcases done that LOML has been hounding me for since forever. Bed and bookcases both turned out quite well, and Jean is happy. I actually enjoyed getting back into it... but it was 'mechanical'... and had I been able to convince her to pay the money for the Amish stuff, it wouldn't have bothered me a bit.

Last weekend I delivered two tall shelf units for a coworker. Nothing special...plywood carcass and shelves with solid trim. Functional, but very plain. She's over the moon with them. But it was drudgery for me because there wasn't a single piece of the 'process' that was fun... and the only sense of accomplishment I got from them (and the bed/bookcases, for that matter) is to be thankful it's over. That makes me sad.
I've been talking forever about making the Hal Taylor rocker. Had the plans for maybe 8 years now. But there's no part of that chair that will be a 'technical stretch' for me. That said, I realize on an 'artsy' piece like that, the challenge is putting all the pieces together perfectly and the finish work... and mistakes will be very obvious. I'm beginning to think I'm scared that I won't be able to say I'm happy with anything anymore.

Please discuss, and feel free to shrink me. God knows I need it!