This blog is not for the faint of heart or those of a sensitive nature. Be forewarned, once you have seen this, you cannot un-see it.
I feel it is my obligation to bring you all sides of furniture and related woodworking. From time to time I believe it is necessary to show what happens when wood and tools fall into the wrong hands. You all knew this day might come. I will try to be brief.
I offer this object with little comment or commentary. It is up to you, the reader, to come to your own understanding of what your eyes are showing you. Godspeed.
I found this last weekend in an antiques shop in the Adamstown area. It was billed as an early cosmetics case. I found it on the top of a tall showcase. From this we know the dealer understood the peril this could cause to small children.
Here are the images.
When I seem something like this I wonder if its origin is:
- A folk artist. Some folk artists I’ve seen have MFA’s from prestigious Eastern Universities and drive a Prius.
- Somebody believing they are using best practices without understanding them.
- Someone with different view of the world making things their way.
- A person in a foreign land making things using local practices.
- A person in a foreign land making rustic looking things for export.
I just don’t know.
I didn’t buy this one. I came close but I have bought too much as of late. It would not have been the best use of $150 of my dead mother-in-law’s money.
And I know where it is…