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He said, "Here, Dean! Sit here on this saran-wrapped bag of wet plaster and wriggle around a bit. I'm going to build you a guitar stool that’ll fit your butt perfectly!" And I did, and he did. He carved ash one by twos and laid them across the top of a steamer for a night, then whittled their long curvatures into a trio of graceful legs. He used the now-dry plaster template and a pair of calipers to gauge the carving of a slab of walnut laminate into a trapezoid no bigger than a man's open hand. Then he used emery and Swedish oil to polish the stool’s seat until the hardwood took on a deep sheen. An adjustable foot rest slid easily up or down the left leg of the stool to raise my knee so the guitar would stay put. A joiner's wedge at the back of the foot rest stabilized it at just the right height. I call this masterpiece “The Cat’s Ass”. Which of us has not relaxed in the presence of a Kujaneck invention, touched the living hard wood, seen the thousands of tiny concavities his carving tools left as he sculpted and joined the chair, shaped the bracing or perfected the dovetail? Lucky we who have a Kujaneck rocker or deal chair, a coffee table, a hanging cupboard or head-board whose wood grains and finishes tell of great living woods and a great wood-worker whom life truly loved; one who loved life right back. Bryan, carver and joiner of slices of life, is immortalized in his creations! |
