The Workshop
Book
The
Landmark Study of the Woodworkers Shop
By Scott
Landis
Meticulous Study of Workshops All Across North
America.
Here is a meticulously presented
study of the workshop. Scott Landis traveled all
over North America to discover the workshops
featured in this book. The result is a visually
stunning book that is as practical as it is
beautiful.
Landis shows you how you can
create your own woodworking sanctuary in whatever
space you can afford. With the help of hundreds of
drawings and photographs, The Workshop Book
takes a systematic approach to:
- Storage for tools, lumber
and supplies
- Heat, light and
electricity
- Where to put benches and
machines
- Dust collection
- Shop security and
personal safety
- Making the most out of
the workspace you have
The Workshop
Book
also contains 20 detailed floor plans for a diverse
range of workshops. You also get construction
details for dozens of useful fixtures and shop
accessories. Whether you are just starting
out in woodworking or are somewhere along this
lifetime journey, this book will be your faithful
guide.
Introduction:
"To know a thing by its parts is
science, to feel it as a whole is art. "
-- Lewis Mumford
Late one fall about 15 years
ago, on a secluded island in northwest Ontario, I
installed my first workshop. With the help of a few
friends, I dismantled half of a tumbledown icehouse
that once served a commercial fishing camp, long
since abandoned. The salvaged lumber and
painstakingly unbent nails found their way into the
walls of my new shop, which I carved out of the
other half. Like the rest of the original icehouse,
the 2x4 stud-frame walls were insulated with sawdust
and the outer walls were sheathed in tar paper.
Brown kraft building paper beneath the interior
planking kept the bulk of the sawdust from drifting
into the shop as it settled.
Double-glazed windows were out
of the question, so I simply removed a horizontal
swath of boards along most of the length of the
south and west walls, and stapled heavy plastic
inside and out. I used driftwood and old 2x6s to
build my workbench along the wall beneath the
windows and to construct a small sleeping loft above
the door at the east end of the building. In the
wintertime, the building's footings and shallow shed
roof were banked with snow; toward spring I hung
boxes inside the windows to start seedlings.
The shop was nothing fancy,
but for the better part of two years I was happily
ensconced, making snowshoes, knives and other
artifacts of northern life, sometimes writing about
the process. The nearest utility pole was about 5
mi. away by water, so I relied entirely on hand
tools. I worked mainly during the daytime, now and
then (and especially in the winter) supplementing
the natural light from the windows with kerosene and
gas lanterns. Heat was more than amply provided,
even at temperatures well below 0F, by a cast-iron
woodburning furnace that had been set ashore on the
island under rather mysterious circumstances some 30
years earlier. The ganglion heat-exchanger on top of
the burner was so effective that I was roused more
than once in the middle of the night to quench its
ardor. Groggy with sleep, I stumbled down the ladder
from the loft to fling open the dull-red door and
dump a bucket of snow inside.
I eventually moved on,
abandoning the shop and the island that had been
deserted when I arrived. Since then, I have visited
hundreds of workshops, almost all of them more
sophisticated and better equipped than my own. I
worked for a while in six or eight of these shops
and shared bench space in a few. But apart from the
wilderness workshop that I occupied so long ago, I
have never had my own place.
Perhaps I can credit the brief
life span of my shop with the fact that I still
remember the delicious agonies of decision making
that attended every detail of its construction. How
wide to make the door and on which side to mount the
hinges? How high to make the bench and should I bolt
the vise through the top or lag-screw it from below?
Where to hang the tools and the other inventory I
hoped to acquire in the near future? Decades later,
such mundanities may seem trivial, but they were
hardly so at the time.
Unsophisticated does not mean
crude. Although my workshop was greatly simplified
by a lack of electricity and machinery, it was no
less thoughtfully organized than many more heavily
equipped shops. Likewise, a simple workshop is in no
way an impediment to good work. Simon Watts reminded
me of how a down-to-earth Nova Scotia boatshop
inspired his own `back-to-basics' conversion
(described in Chapter 2). The shop's owner, Jim
Smith, turned out a fine working skiff every six
days -- with the aid of no more than an old bandsaw,
an electric grinder and a hand-held drill. Coming
from a fully outfitted Vermont furniture shop, Simon
found it to be "an absolute eye-opener."
Most of us recognize the value
of a clean, well-lit work place, even if we cannot
always claim one for ourselves. We wear our shops --
as well as our homes -- like an old jacket or a
favorite sweater, and since most of us spend the
majority of our waking hours at work, it ought to
fit well. We breath the air and rely upon the light
and heat it provides for our comfort, efficiency and
survival. If it doesn't reflect our needs and
priorities, we are bound to be miserable.
Five years ago, when I
embarked upon an exploration of workbenches (which
culminated in The Workbench Book, published
by The Taunton Press in 1987), there was no such
concensus of opinion about their importance.
Wherever I traveled for that project, I felt
compelled to explain--often to politely quizzical
silence--what was so engaging and important about so
pedestrian an object as a workbench.
The process, as it turned out,
revealed a lot about the way the workbench
intersects the background and personality of the
woodworker who builds and uses it. It also pointed
the way to the broader subject of the workshop.
Indeed, as a tool, a working environment and a
reflection of its maker, the workshop is an obvious
extension of the bench. Many of the same functional
considerations and traditions that find expression
in the workbench have an important role to play in
the shop.
To gather the material in this
book, I retraced my steps to a few of the most
intriguing and well-considered shops I discovered on
my original workbench hunt. And I visited dozens
more, professional and amateur alike. In the
process, I took a close look at the basic systems
that constitute most modern workshops: electricity,
lighting, heating, wood storage, dust collection and
sharpening, among others. And I asked the shop
owners to explain how they selected and located
equipment in order to foster efficient work flow and
safety. Our discussions went beyond the normal range
of power tools -- table saw, jointer, drill press,
etc. -- to include the workbench and tool chest, as
well as the requirements for assembly and finishing.
The workshop, I soon discovered, is not a static
creature. Like the workbench and the craftsman who
uses it, the shop constantly evolves to accommodate
the changing needs of its occupant.
I also found that if you ask
any six woodworkers about their shop or tools, you
are likely to get at least six different answers. At
a recent forum on the guitar-maker's workspace,
moderator Jeff Elliott noted that the six panelists
had a total of more than 130 years of workshop
experience and still, he said, "we don't know where
to put the bandsaw."
It will be no surprise, then,
that the workspaces I've included here vary widely,
from snugly efficient basement shops to cavernous
cabinetshops. There are lavish, well-appointed shops
alongside workspaces choked with salvaged machinery
and shoehorned into garages, chicken coops and
pantries. I even found some wonderful oddball
"shops," among them a condensed tool kit designed to
be carried on the back and a turning shop that
travels on the bumper of an RV. Some of the shops in
this book may approach the ideal, while others
border on the improbable. The most creative
solutions won't satisfy every palate, but they all
share a common ingredient -- they work.
This is not a recipe book.
Unlike a workbench, a workshop is never built and
outfitted from a set of plans. Although lots of
information may be gleaned from the floor plans and
drawings in the book, they are perhaps more valuable
as inspiration than as blueprints. Likewise, the
mention of specific machinery is not intended to
recommend one product over another. There is plenty
of excellent equipment on the market -- new or used,
expensive or dirt cheap--and I have made no attempt
to evaluate individual brands. For more specific
information, either about brand performance or the
intricacies of installing, maintaining or
overhauling machinery, refer to the sources listed
in the Bibliography.
As you think about your shop,
don't be intimidated by all the choices confronting
you. Many of us feel compelled to research our
equipment to death in our quest for quality.
Anything less is, well, less than perfect. We tend
to disparage those who work in a hovel with a
handful of worn-out tools, but let Art Carpenter's
biodegradable workshop be a lesson. Like the
bodybuilder's physique, when the workshop becomes a
monument to our obsession, it ceases to be a means
to an end and becomes the end in itself. For some
people I visited, the workshop is obviously their
ultimate creative expression. Never mind what goes
on inside.
The measure of a workshop, I
found, is far greater than the sum of its parts.
Some of my favorite shops are infused with a sense
of personality, a character that derives as much
from the placement of tools, the music on the radio
and the pictures on the wall as from any ingenious
jig or fixture. Stripped of that personality, what's
left?
I sensed this most strongly
when I visited Carlyle Lynch in Broadway, Virginia,
not long before he died at the age of 80. I sat in a
chair at the foot of Carlyle's bed, listening to his
reflections on a rich lifetime as a maker and
teacher of woodworking. Behind the house, his
sprawling two-story workshop lay idle, and he would
never work there again.
Between our sporadic chats
(Carlyle wasn't up to much more), I wandered through
the shop, wondering about the work and life that had
once thrived there. Without Carlyle's presence, the
benches, chests, and countless fixtures -- even the
tools and machinery -- seemed like so many bolts and
board feet. The future of the shop's contents is
uncertain. But whether the tools are kept together
or dispersed to other craftsmen who might give them
new life, it was clear that the shop could never
really be called Carlyle's again.
One final confession: As I
write this book, I am "between shops." My last
official workshop was a cavernous space on the
second floor of a Toronto industrial building. I was
flanked on either side by colorful tenants -- a
Korean sweatshop to the east, from whence emanated
the singsong whirr of a battery of sewing machines
and pungent cooking smells, and a fly-by-night
wood-finishing outfit to the west, which generated
fumes of much greater concern. Since then, I have
shared a group workshop and borrowed space in
friends' shops and barns, as the need arose.
Most of my tools are now in
boxes, or on loan to friends. My workbench has been
rudely decommissioned, its Record face vise removed
so as not to interfere with the flow of perforated
paper to the computer printer it now supports. A
rack of files sits on the opposite end of the bench
and directly beneath them, under the tail vise, is
the metal filing cabinet that contains the grist for
this book. The whole business is within arm's reach
of my chair and computer keyboard.
It's a sordid affair, I'll
admit, hardly befitting someone who has spent as
much time as I have peering through the windows of
other people's shops. But in a way, the odyssey that
became this book was a personal quest to discover
those elements of the workspace that I will
eventually include in my own. As I might have
predicted at the start, I stumbled upon no ultimate
design, no single solution to the myriad problems of
tool selection and organization. But the material
I've set between these covers, gleaned from all the
shops I visited, will help me greatly when it comes
time to recommission my workbench and get back to
making shavings. I hope it does as much for you.
Table of Contents:
Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1 The Workshop Tradition
Chapter 2 Locating the Workshop
Chapter 3 Layout
Chapter 4 Machinery
Chapter 5 Systems: The Workshop Envelope
Chapter 6 Specialty Shops
Chapter 7 Dream Shops
Chapter 8 Storage
Chapter 9 Fixtures
Bibliography
Sources of Supply
Index
Credits
Soft-cover, 9 x 11
in., 234 pages with over color photos and
drawings
Published 1998
ISBN: 978-1-56158-271-6 |