Approaching To or Moving Away From

The last two hexagrams in the I Ching are about perfection.  Not to get too much into the whys and howfors but perfection (in the I Ching) is a transitory state.  Each of the two hexagrams talk about conditions that either lead to that brief state or are leaving from it.  Perfection is just a moment between the two other movements.


The two multiplied to become six and divided to become three.

So, even though everything is in alignment to become perfection, it's a precarious balance for the slightest shift starts the movement away the harmony of elements.

The WoodRat cut out this portion.  Everything really needs to be just right for the WoodRat to be used at this scale.  Blocked up perfectly.  Left to right must be spot on.  Securely clamped in place.  The router bit must be honed to scapelness for shavings like this.

The thinnest of knife cuts out to define the negative and positive shapes.  Each movement of the saw up and down is either approaching or moving away from perfection.  Still you try and become one with the movement of the saw.  The universe comes down to thin steel, a line and the wood.

Scared of failure, the decision is to cut shy of the line and sneak up it, one shaving at a time.

Trying to make that transition from up to across an easy trip for the eye so the ends are mitered.
We humans love right angles, I guess there's an economy of efficiency in that ratio.  A 45 degree sled is made to support the saw blade for the uneven surface of the live edge.

First look at what side of perfection I'm on. Am I approaching it or have I've already moved away from it to repair the damage?

A case of tequila is to prop open the gate at Chris and Ella's place.  Chris is an alcohol importer.
How perfect is that!!!

A couple coats of shellac have been applied back at the shop.

Clamped and left overnight.

So so easy think this is the perfect method/movement for trimming the tiny overhang.  So so easy to move away from perfection to repair with this method/movement.

Another coat of shellac applied at Chris and Ella's.  Still wet.

Everything in it's correct and proper place.  The six lines of each hexagram are either precariously perfect or at a state of ripeness to move back to perfect.  They are mirrors of each other.

The miter on the corner was a perfect idea.

CAPO

Sheet music in shellac dissolving

The shellac dissolving photo should go with a post coming in a few days.  But it seems that life really just comes down to a few patterns that are drawn and colored in an infinite number of ways.

The flakes of the shellac as they fall downward through the denatured alcohol reads like a silent piece of music.
 

Saturday we opened up the doors and the heart of 3003 to tightened strings and rosined horsehair and varnished wood.

Dusted and arranged the place.  Just so.

CAPO.  Composers. Arrangers. Performers. Orchestra.  Each of the nine piece play one of their own. 

I'll take you up until the doors open and the line out the door is allowed in.  And the camera is put down to let the patterns of life and music once again caress and hold the center.

An hour of practice and correction.  Video and sound production being finessed.

 Re-noting.

Listening.

The sun as it goes away to allow the darkness back.

Crystal and Justin intent. 

They'll be more of these.  It was too precious, too beautiful, too special for there not to be.

Whether the next one lasts until 3:30 in the morning like this one will be seen.