I belong to a woodturners group who got together to look at an old dying box elder tree. It appeared on the outside to have a lot of integrity left in it. But I knew from past experience that this particular variety of tree goes fast. The woman that lives at the house is a spry 90-somethiing who remembers this tree always being there.
We gathered all the tools of destruction, including a small bulldozer and a truck with an hydraulic lift, chainsaws, and whatever testosterone is left in a group of guys in the late 50’s and 60’s. There was a lot of faking going on, but in good fun!
The tree came down, the area was cleaned up and we all made off with the goods, severely compromised goods. The outside shell was hard but the inside was mush. Despite that, I was able to carve out a few nice pieces. This one I made into Not-a-Table because of my obsession to end the clutter on all flat surfaces, artistically if possible.
The “bowl” is part of the outside skin, having the bumps and curves underneath, minus the bark. The upside has streaks of pink and red running through it, which is actually a fungus which grows in parts of the tree. The result is quite beautiful.
and placed with the heartside out.