Heart, Head and Hands

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A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.

-Louis Nizer

On a bitter cold morning under gray skies threatening snow I wedged a chock of wood under a diagonal 2×4 brace and swung my hammer, straightening a belly in a newly constructed wall with one short stroke. A guy in a suit and tie who passed by the jobsite each morning on his way to the train, stopped and said. “Man, I wish I knew how to do what you do.” I laughed, embarrassed, and snorted. “Be careful what you wish for.” A young man, and new to my trade, I was highly skeptical that a professional might actually envy a laborer’s skill. I suspected he was blowing the proverbial smoke.

I was introduced to the trade by an Englishman name Steve Crossley who saw some potential (for cheap labor mostly) in a cocky, slightly built teenager, of very limited abilities but endless verbal capacity. Steve was a Northern Brit who arrived in the States by way of Australia in hot pursuit of a girl and was known affectionately to his crew as “The Mate.” Fond of the occasional pint or two, the Mate could often be seen teetering around town on an ancient, battered Triumph Daytona, or behind the wheel of a Land Rover overflowing with dogs. Despite his comic tendencies, Steve was a meticulous craftsman who instilled in us a careful attention to detail. He was a stickler for tight tolerances and his love for the trade was evident and contagious.

I soon discovered I had a knack for finding the sweet spot of a hammer (except when the boss was looking, suddenly bending over nails whenever he appeared) and learned pretty quickly to use my body as a lever, once monkeying up through a stack of trusses to lift a boom crane’s “headache ball” off a man’s trapped leg to the delight of the crew and my own heart pounding amazement. I remember the foreman saying “NOW you’ve got something to tell your girlfriend!” I flushed with pride and embarrassment. Steve always had a way of putting me in my place though, barking out in a North Country Manchester accent “You’re as useless as a chocolate teapot!” Or “You’re as useless as an ashtray on a motorbike.” Or my personal favorite “My God! You’ve got to retrain him after lunch!” and other choice, colorful phrases I cannot repeat here. But when you excelled at something he was just as quick with a compliment and a hearty “Well done Young Squire! Young rapscallion!” It’s been over twenty years since I left his employ and I’ve had many teachers since, but it was under his tutelage that I learned a trade; a way to be useful anywhere, and a means to support myself and others with head, hands and heart.

A framing carpenter with any natural aptitude and curiosity soon graduates to trim work, doors, moldings and stairs and then furthers his education with shop work, appreciation of species, cabinetry, perhaps furniture making, finishes. Your love for the medium deepens and grows. You start exploring the tension between wood and worker. You start thinking you’re pretty good every five years or so, start to plateau at a certain level, then realize you really don’t know anything at all, never did, and start making the climb to the next level. I imagine it’s a lot like a violinist, or a fly fisherman, a surgeon even. It’s a continuum, and you never really get there, you just keep traveling, deepening your knowledge as you climb. And once in a while, faced with a cocky young helper (who seems so familiar), you get to say “Kid, I forgot more than you’ll ever know.”

I am proud to have on my team Randy the bookbinder, Mark the electrician who composes music, Dave who builds Danish Modern furniture, Drew the cabinet maker, Justin the print maker, Akira, an artist and a tile setter, Timmy and Eddy, the plumbers who see a creative way through every thorny difficulty. We are blessed with talent from our plumbers to our plasterers. These are men I admire and who bring to the work a breadth of knowledge and depth of attention that I think few other crews can match. Guys who have an insatiable curiosity about how things work and who are fluently conversant in a multitude of styles and mediums that only comes from long hours, days, weeks and years plying your trade with literal blood, sweat, laughter, head-scratching and tears.

Does this over qualify them for renovating? No way. Renovating in Manhattan, for some of the most discerning clients and the most creative designers on earth demands a special resourcefulness and focus. These guys tackle challenges on a regular basis that I’ve seen traumatize lesser tradesmen. “If you can make it here”…..indeed.

This is why we are called ”Eclectic” Builders. And this is why I believe our work sometimes approaches the “art” that Nizer speaks of.

I think even “The Mate” would be proud.