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Daniel Joseph Betsill, luthier, et al

djbetsill@bellsouth.net

Artist's Profile, UGA Website 2008

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Laying out the Choc peghead veneer.

Tha-a trim-ming of tha mer-ry peg-head sweet sing-ing in tha choir! I'm listening to Alfred Deller while I do this. Chirstmas has not worn off yet.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Bending the liners for the Baroque guitar.

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Saturday October 22, 2011

Another Baroque guitar in the making. See this page the project log of the previous instrument.

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Sunday, August 7, 2011

This is the beginnings of a provencial dining table sinilar to the one I made for our breakfast area, with curved legs and profield streachers. The legs are two 2x4's here clamped up two at a time. One of the 1x6 boards for the top is standing on edge getting biscuits fixed in place for joining. This will be a nice 2-tone antiqued paint-finished table that looks like any you'd care to buy from Pottery Barn but costs about $30 in materials because it's made from lumber from Home Depot. See the furniture page for details as it progresses.

And a bevy of bowls that just got finished. Upper left is another "Emory Oak", the front and center is an "Olmstead Park" which warped nicely although it's had to see fron this angle. Upper right is a bowl which I really didn't like the shape of but the rubbed out gold leaf makes it good.

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Wednesday, July 21, 2011

Progress on the Baroque guitar. See this page for project log

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

The beginnings of a crook-shape walking stick. Clamping up the assembly with waterproof Tightbond. See the Stickmaking page for the rest of the process

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Saturday, April 30, 2011

The baroque guitar peghead is complete, with the pegs rough tapered, standing a little tall. With some of the implementia of peg making.

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Workshop in a closet.

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And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

-William Blake

 

 

 

Live with the gods. And he does live with the gods who constantly shows to them that his own soul is satisfied with its daimon, that portion of himself that Zeus has given to every man to be his guardian and guide and that his soul does all that the daimon wishes. And this is every man's understanding and reason.

-Marcus Aurelius

 

 

 

And there the sunset skies unseal’d, Like lands he never knew, /Beyond to-morrow’s battle-field /Lay open out of view /To ride into.

-D.G. Rossetti, from The Staff and Script

 

 

 

 


Let Athene dwell in the cities she's founded. For me, the woodlands.

-Virgil

 

 

 

 

He slept thus until late morning, while the pillows arranged themselves into a large flat plain on which his now quieter sleep would wander. On these white roads, he slowly returned to his senses, to daylight, to reality - and at last he opened his eyes as does a sleeping passenger when the train stops at a station.

-Bruno Schultz, from The Cinnamon Shops

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deus Mysterium tremendum et fascinans.

-Rudolph Otto

 

 

 

Are you angry with him whose armpits stink? Are you angry with him whose mouth smells foul? What good does this anger do you? He has such a mouth, he has such armpits: it is necessary that such an emination must come from such things. But the man has reason, it will be said, and he is able, if he takes pains, to discover wherein he offends. . .there is no need of anger, the stuff of tragic actors and whores.

-Marcus Aurelius

 

 

 

 

Green aisles of Pullman cars/ Soothe me like trees/ Woven in old tapestries/ I love to watch the stars/ Remote above the earth/ In watery light,/ while in the lower berth./ I whirl through the night.

-William Rose Benet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With faith, discipline and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve.

-Jinnah

 

 

The full streams feed on flower of rushes, /Ripe grasses trammel a traveling foot, /The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes/
From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;/And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,/And the oat is heard above the lyre, /And the hoofèd heel of a satyr crushes /The chestnut husk at the chestnut root.

-Swinburne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both music and dance are voices of the way.

-Zenji Hakuin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the dulcimer rhimes are grace place and the like.

-Christopher Smart