Caleb Vincent

I wanted a chart of inch fractions to decimal values to put on the wall, since I can never seem to find my ruler with them printed on it. I tried to make it in the style of a mathematical/engineering tables from the first half of the prior century. Insiprations being some volumes I own: “Mechanical Engineers’ Pocket Book” (9th ed. 1915), “Mathematical tables from Handbook of chemistry and physics “(7th ed. [Read More]

I previously created a wooden air return vent and mentioned that there was a second, larger spot in the floor that needed a vent. [Read More]

I’m not sure when this design was from, the notebook it’s drawn in has a 1998 calendar printed on it, but it’s more likely 2000-2001. I was old enough to attempt a cavelier projection, but not old enough to spell “batteries” correctly (pre-teens probably). [Read More]

My daughter needed a place to store comic books, and for some reason I thought making dovetails was a good idea. [Read More]

There is always much difficulty in my house involving the calendar—constant flippings, erasings and rewitings of events with handwritting rapidly approaching the microscopic. A whiteboard calendar seemed the cure for our scheduling ailments, but even that comes with its own side-effects—usually only show one month and usually look jarringly modern compared to the rest of our house. While I could find multi-month whiteboard calendars, they were either very big or too small to write in, and all had the mentioned aesthetic issues. [Read More]

When asked why his bread is so good, The Baker will always say with a smile “The Secret Ingedient is Love”. The hard part turned out to be finding more Love to use when all of his was gone. [Read More]

“I WILL EAT YOUR BONES” With those words reverberating in your head, a massive shape starts to emerge from the shadows. Something approximating a head—as if modeled in clay by a young child—appears; chalky white, split nearly in half by a mouth over-filled with fist-sized square teeth. The bone eater’s head is supported by several pale jointed legs, like those of a misshapen cancerous crab. [Read More]

A stocky. . . man, standing 4ft 3inches tall with a horribly-scarred face scowls at you while fingering the blade of his axe. [Read More]

My house has a couple places where an old-style wooden grate used to be. I’ve been putting off making them for some time, cutting all the notches to fit the grid together just seemed tedious. [Read More]