The harmonic box is done. The front and back glued together, and inside is the label with my fiddle’s name, “Chanson Epinette”, Spruce Song in French. And then my name, Marcy Luikart and the botton line, Santa Barbara, California 2015. … Continue reading
Look at the lines. It is all about the flow. Thumb plane and scrapers. At first I draw the lines and they are wavy and chaotic. I have to scrape away until the line flows, until it doesn’t take … Continue reading
It is purfling time. Brian has a tool that lays the track, two faint lines etched into the wood. They are a bare millimeter apart, maybe two, maybe three, but they seem impossibly close together. I have my 5x magnifiers … Continue reading
So now we are in the long haul. The Look at me, Look at what a cool thing I’m doing phase is past, and now when I write, it is the little tidbits of what I’m doing that I … Continue reading
And now I carve. I am settled in to the routine and it hits me, truly, that this is not an overnight task. I mean, I knew it would take time, of course I knew it. Brian said he calculated … Continue reading
Today I got a blister. It took many steps to get to that blister, somehow I’m lagging behind and have to catch up to where I am. Once the ribs were done it was time for the joins. I’d like … Continue reading