BTWC

Friday, 3 June 2011

MYCOLOGY

I wrote this a while back for one of the zines that we produced. Now web-ulized for distant readers:

Three recent forest foragings:

1) End of August: Trent Park, London, UK
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Smallest fruit body of a fungus found: 5mm
Largest fruit body: 300mm
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In other words, a factor of 60 in linear dimensions. Just one reason to be thrilled by mushrooms. Run, don't walk to your nearest birch forest, where you are liable to find mushrooms and trees engaged in a symbiotic relationship - the tree providing sugar from photosynthesis, the mushroom nutrients leached from microscopic pores in the earth via its mycorrhiza ("mushroom root") - just like little communists, from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs. The mushrooms also absorb and therefore filter out heavy metals and toxins that could harm the tree; this is why you should not eat too many mushrooms from the Chernobyl region of Ukraine, even today.
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Colours of mushroom found:
purple, brown, orange, white, yellow (luminescent)
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2) Late September: Trukhaniv Island, Kiev, Ukraine
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This island sits in the broad low Dnieper River and is accessed by a slightly shabby concrete footbridge. Penetrating beyond the ice-cream huts, winding down as the summer ends, there is an old pleasure bar, unused, now a jolly and grotty pavilion for teenagers and stray dogs to explore. We were told of - but did not see - packs of stray dogs that roam the island, numbering in the low hundreds.

Going further, further past a stagnant inlet where a strange figure loomed in the stinky marsh, there were signs warning against the bite of the tick, which did nothing to slow us.

After half and hour of increasingly grinding walking or shuffling (the sun was out), we realised that walking slowly is more tiring so we puffed out our chests and swung our arms like hikers. The road stretches long before you, each corner reveals a new distant horizon. By the side of the road in young forest are a few dozen fly agaric toadstools. Some are quite fresh, their caps still perfect little spheres, like little red purulent planets. Seeing these, we decided to turn back.


3) Last day of September: Grunewald Forest, Berlin, Germany
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We arrived in the forest at about seven AM. After the Second World War, the allies built a hill here using rubble from bombings; it's called Teufelsberg - Devil's Mountain. At the peak they grew a cluster of enormous puffball funghi, a spying station of white-canvased geodesic domes.


Walking through the forest before anyone else, we found mushrooms at every step, starting with a foot high white specimen. Some species huddle together like herd animals, some are interspersed more sparsely, some go it alone. There were shrooms which glowed slightly with bioluminescence or just the morning light, or at least they tricked my eyes, and there were many edible boletes with their characteristic spongy caps.

Past a square of tightly packed allotment-summer house arrangements, up the hill, gaining and losing sight of the geodesics. We exceeded the fence of the Cold War compound and tramped through the dank and up. The view from the tallest radio tower: the sun was low and shining straight at us. A 360-degree view of any city makes it look like lego - here is the airport at Tegel, here is the sports stadium from Albert Speer, several tall masts, one of which must be Alexanderplatz. Berlin seemed to be rather surrounded by forests, unlike London, which is surrounded by more London.

Since it was stripped out when the Americans left, you can only wonder what the radio interception antennae looked like. They must not have been very aerodynamic since they were protected from the wind by these domes. The one at the peak is just more than a hemisphere of fullerene, say 8m radius. Clap your hands and the distinct echos continue for ten seconds, the diffuse reverb for twenty.

By the time we came down from the towers and the mountain, school kids and Russians were digging around for mycology. The mushrooms that were so dewy and vibrating when we arrived were drier and a bit more withdrawn.

Folk Names of Mushrooms
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The Sickener
The Blusher
Slimy Milk Cap
Destroying Angel
The Deceiver
Velvet Shank
Bleeding Bonnet
Cramp Balls


Concerning the Film "Shrooms"
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The horror movie "Shrooms" (tag-line: Blair Witch on acid) is about a Very Upsetting Camping Trip in which annoying American kids go to Ireland to take magic mushrooms, but they take the wrong magic mushrooms, and they all die. It portrays Irish people as shiftless and inbred. “Shrooms” was funded by the Irish Film Board. If you wish to see this film, please contact us and we will lend it to you. Please do not buy this film.

Sunday, 22 May 2011

15th meeting - Come modify some wood

The form of wood, for instance, is altered if a table is made out of it. Nevertheless the table continues to be wood, an ordinary sensible thing. But as soon as it emerges as a commodity, it changes into a thing that transcends sensuousness. It not only stands with its feet on the ground, but, in relation to all other commodities, it stands on its head, and evolves out of its wooden brain grotesque ideas, far more wonderful than if it were dancing of its own free will.


- Karl Marx,

from 'the Fetish Character of the Commodity and its Secret' , Capital, 1873

Marx is known to have relaxed from his activities in economics and philosophy by solving problems from differential calculus. At BTWC 15, we suggest relaxation not with the swooping and turning infinitesimals of calculus, but the flowing and streamlined wood grain.




Fish by Nick.

Pip´s stuff


Little Jack made a lady hugging a horse.

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Cut of the Week



On our last meeting Ben B cut him self really bad. I mean REALLY bad! You can not tell from the fuzzy picture above which is good, because although it did not bleed much and the blade missed important ligaments, this one was so graphic even thinking about it makes me sick. Apparently he was having some heated conversation at the time of the accident. I later examined his piece of whittling and there was a definite dangerous path for the knife in it.

6 hours at the A&E next to drunk city-boys. 3 stitches.

be ware
take care

Lou


This is some pieces I whittled a couple months ago for Lou Dalton's AW2011 menswear show. I used reddish pear-wood for a change from the bland lime-wood and it was surprisingly pleasant to work with. Pear is harder and more dense then lime so the detail comes out really nice and there is hardly any burr in tight spots. It is of course also harder to work, thus more blisters.


Saturday, 14 May 2011

Hugo

Hugo is a very skilled weaver that usually makes scarves and other things. He carved this pattern in a block of wood when he was visiting some time ago. I used it to print on some paper, but I guess it could be used on textiles too. If we ever create a new Bauhaus, Hugo will be in charge of the textiles workshop.





Wednesday, 27 April 2011

14th Meeting - Hotel Garderobe




For the past few days the sun has bombarded us with streams of photons, so we hid away in a dark hole in a half-abandoned building to conduct experiments. This time around the whittling-club was hosted by "Hotel Garderobe" - a secret cinema run by whittling-club member Adam in a hole through his wardrobe.


Specially made poster for 14th meeting



Photocopy hand-out and whittling by Jack.



Tooth by Jamie J J

Flower by Lawrence



Monday, 25 April 2011

Nothing


The Swedish writer Biger Vikström wrote in 1958 a short-story called 'En Kofés'. He describes a man who enters a lumber-workers camp and finds them busy at work whittling small objects. Surprised at the abandonment of usual activities like card-playing or story-telling, he asks the cook to explain what is going on. The cook says that they are whittling Kofés, which are objects that need to be executed following two rules:

A Kofés may look anyway.
A Kofés may not resemble anything but itself (it may not resemble any dead or living thing).

The challenge seems easy at first and the man gets totally absorbed whittling. The first rule is easy enough, but the second one starts to pose problems as the man cant keep forms from materializing in his piece. No matter what he does he keeps seeing limbs or objects take shape in the wood. He slowly realizes the futility of his attempt and gives up.



Cut of the week

This cut is not sustained from whittling. Jack´s quick development in the art of knife-sharpening has turned every blunt piece of metal into a razor. I was just cutting some lettuce.

Thursday, 21 April 2011

Chairs show


Sunday, 27 February 2011

12th Meeting at Rachmaninoff's



Big thanks to Maggie and Matthew of Rachmaninoff's Gallery for hosting the 12th meeting of BTWC. Thanks, too, to all of the new faces who came and endured small nicks and pricks in the pursuit of creation. Next meeting soon, soon.

The concentrated whittlers sat for hours among facsimile copies of Californian aspen trees defaced by lonely Basque herders.





Adam's work. Salty chocolates on a carved tree-stump.



Abstract collaboration between Maeve and Sophie.

leaf by Arielle


Spartacus whittle

Hair-pin by Pip.



Head by Miles

Unfinished pipe by Lyle

A really cool crown by Louise

Lama sort of comb by Leonn

Whale by Laura

Kuni has made another spoon.

Daisy Duck´s shoe by Ksenia

Even Misha ventured into whittling

Julian´s carving.

Fake flute by Jamie.

Jacob's work

Don't know who did this one...

Cigarette holder by Erika

Camille´s?

Knife and fuzzy stick by Ben T

Green lime-wood carving by new Ben


Adam bird