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On Making a Knob, Briefly

There was nowhere to hang our coat in our new place on Prospect Park West.

*The Knob A 4.5″ diameter disc with a 0.5″ laser cutting of the same pine wood; the cylindrical base anchors the endeavor to the wall. Sanded and coated in polyurethane, the dawn slipped in to seal the deal.

After enough days at the screen the hands start asking. There is no thesis attached. Just the want of something to hold that isn't a phone.

*The parts, laid out. Wood blanks (sanded), laser-cut rings (pine, stained), dowels, screws — on a sofa across from my tool closet, before any of it was anything yet.
*An early sketch, before the parts arrived. The form already roughly itself.

I first came across a similar design by Dorothy Loupang at BRANDT Copenhagen, while researching specifications for the Sackett St. project. There was no drawn brief, no inspiration document — just the want, and a few hours. So I took stock of what tools and materials I had on hand, and got to work.

One summer between semesters at Cornell, I worked for a local woodworker in Ithaca named Jim Bruno. He taught me how to find the center of any circle with a square. Mark two intersections, two times. The center reveals itself. I have used this trick more times than the work it was meant to support.

*The plan, on the wood itself. A ruler, a sketch of the hole layout, a pencil sharpener. Drawing on the workpiece is faster than drawing on a screen — and the center, courtesy of Jim Bruno.

There was some trial and error in the spacing between the dowels and screws — and the depth of each within the base cylinder. Tolerances had to be tight for a snug fit, but pine is not the hardest of woods, and splitting it is easy. A .25 drill bit and some wriggling did the trick.

*In hand, mid-assembly. Two dowels, two screws, no finish yet. The joinery decides what the form can become.
*With staining complete. I was happy to be at a stage where the necessary tools fit on my cutting mat. The OCD always remains.
*The result, in profile. Rockite cast model blurred behind.

It shows the lines of its Frankenstein assembly — the charcoal stain mocks me, knowing the perfect shape is not at the hand a person. The competing directions of the wood grain. The curious subtle inset line just below the rim, a seam from the pre-constructed plaque that I chose to keep, rather than fit my vision by sanding it away.

Wood, for what it's worth, is also the rarest material we know of in the universe. Life-grown, planet-specific, found nowhere else we have looked. Working it for an afternoon is a small thing sitting inside a much larger fact.

*Installation, Brooklyn. If the apartment changes hands eventually — relationships do — the knob travels too. Made to be carried, or gifted forward.
*The complete intent. A coat, a friend, a hanging light. The kind of system that grows without a plan.

A small thing, finally on the wall. Made before drawn.

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A brief making — wood blanks, dowels, screws, an afternoon. Useful because the want preceded the drawing.

*This is nice at the end — in my apartment, where it all began.