Making Our Handmade Frames

I have a love for all things wood and old beat up, time worn wood is my favorite. There is something about the history embedded in it. It tells its stories through its cracks, chips, and termite holes. The years that have gone by and the events they have silently witnessed are all there with it and I do my best to preserve every bit of it to enhance the narrative of Jose’ images.

My first set of custom large scale frames. 2017

My first set of custom large scale frames. 2017

The pressed tin taken from an old printing press on Frenchmen street became frames I hate to part with and the walls of our Jazz Fest booth for the last 4 years.

The pressed tin taken from an old printing press on Frenchmen street became frames I hate to part with and the walls of our Jazz Fest booth for the last 4 years.

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Jose making a mess in my chop shop.

Jose making a mess in my chop shop.

They all start as old boards someone threw out. As if their centenary status meant nothing. It’s dirty work but I enjoy the process.

They all start as old boards someone threw out. As if their centenary status meant nothing. It’s dirty work but I enjoy the process.

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Every year, except this one, my yard is turned into a frame shop. Here we are constructing our first Jazz Fest booth. 2016

Every year, except this one, my yard is turned into a frame shop. Here we are constructing our first Jazz Fest booth. 2016

The wood doesn’t burn itself! 2015

The wood doesn’t burn itself! 2015

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