What is the White Church Gallery?

Mike and Carrie Zaitz are renovating an old Methodist Church in Grindstone City, Michigan. Mike claims he just wanted a place to work on his art. He sold Carrie on it, since she's usually up for adventures. From that happy December of 2011 till now, the investment in time and money has seen the church rebuilt from its glorious bones into a work of art, in progress. Carrie is documenting the process because, well, it's easier to hold a camera than to hold an edging sander. She's done both, because she is having an adventure, but it is Mike who drives this project with his intelligence, talent and energy. Together they are working toward creating an art gallery. A gallery which holds objects of beauty and inspiration, but which always points back to the source, our heavenly Father.
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Showing posts with label Church. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

It's like making a Giant Painting…

…overheard while eating chicken soup on a tuesday night…and the rest of the sentence was, " but it takes three years of your life and a ton of money."

Latest Zaitz Original!

Michael was referring to the renovation of White Church Gallery, specifically the altarpiece we're working on.
The sides are the pillars. 
This past weekend was all about putting some wood up on the front of the church. I started the ball rolling on Friday by pulling staples. It's been awhile since I'd done it, and it seemed harder somehow than the last time. The staples were rusty and stubborn. It was the opposite of fun.

Ugly, ugly staples.

I had to clear the floor around the pillars, because work was about to commence on them. So I pulled staples and sanded around the front of the Church. Saturday morning, bright and early, we got to the church filled with eagerness and a bit of anxiousness. We'd been working on the wood planks for almost two months now, taking them from rough sawn planks all the way to the glorious art pieces they became. But now, after weeks and weeks of planning and plotting, we were finally going to see how the whole thing would look. Would it look as we intended- to be a glorious work of art? Or would it look like Dean Martin's living room? (Actually- Dean Martin's living room ain't too bad!)

Owners: Dean Martin…Tom Jones…Nicolas Cage…then Citibank…
The first step was to do the bottom border. These border pieces came from giant planks of walnut.


Mitering needed!

This procedure took some hours, since it needed to be practically perfect. Level, fitted, and mitered.


All went fairly smoothly; there was a rhythm of measuring thrice and cutting once.

Measure it one more time…
And then it happened. A boo boo. A piece of walnut got cut too short. Red Alert, Emergency! Luckily we had a chunk of unprocessed walnut nearby. I ran it through the planer a few times, I jointed the edges, then did a quick but thorough sand job on it. It would have to be clear-coated in situ. But it looked fine, and work could continue.

All angles and edges…

Walnut is a VERY hard wood, but it keeps a nice edge.

Ah, mitered!
Sweet! It all fits!
Once the base was finished, we started on the upright pieces.

With a little help from our friends! 
Thanks to Rybak's owners Paul and Ann for burning the late night oil with us and getting the first layers of the altar piece up. It was grueling, exacting, tiring, but inspiring.

At last!!
And so it goes…piece by piece, bevel by bevel. Screw by awkward screw. Awkward, because Mike had to screw each of the boards in from the back.

His arm had to fit through the space you see here at the side. And then somehow bend around enough to put pressure on the driver to screw into extremely hard wood from the back. (After drilling a pilot hole.)

There's not a lot of room behind!
We had two different nail lengths depending on which wood it was going through. There was a lot of thought put into this! And it was exhausting work.

But we think it was worth it. Here's the other side.

It looks better in person…

There are imperfections, and we'll fix a few next time, but this represents so much effort that I hope it shows.

I had to take a selfie- and I think it's my fave so far. Blurry, wrinkled eyes, weariness, but a sense of purpose and accomplishment.
Hey now!
The next morning, things still looked good, so we did a photo shoot.

The Artist
And the apprentice!
Until we meet again!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Ode to an Arch

We're working on the Arch.
It has served as a backdrop since we bought the church. This is how it first appeared:

Where's the Arch? December 2011
Removal of the dropped ceiling revealed:

Oh there is is!   February 2012
Yikes.
We tried to pretty it up! 
Quaint it up with a rocker!  April 2012
Yeah, I guess. It was temporary. 

And as long as we're in memory lane, when Mom turned 70, we dressed up the chaos and had a birthday party. Again, the Arch was the backdrop.
Good times,  July 2012!
I remember mopping that nasty floor with rainwater to try to get the worst of the ancient filth off. It sort of worked!

Pre Party Arch July, 2012
By December of 2012, It looked like this: 

December, 2012 Chaos

Then the fancy table was replaced with  picnic table. In case we wanted to have a picnic. 

Uh, aren't picnics held outside? April, 2013
Yes, so I we exchanged the picnic table for a bed! A futon, in case we got tired and had to nap, apparently. 

Perfect place to take a nap! Ha! July, 2013
Yeah, and as you can tell, we have a continual storage problem. We fixed the storage of the futon problem by finally getting rid of it. After three decades, it's time to ditch the College Futon. Sniff.

Next came the Big Demolition, and we had a bare bones situation.


Uncovering the Arch! August, 2013
Later that same day - actually about 15 minutes later, we had this:
Hey now! 
Closer inspection:

Naked Arch, August, 2013
Behind those enormous planks is nature. Cool, raw nature.  These are truly the bones of the church. Which is fine for August, but by Fall..

The Church's long underwear! October, 2013
We needed some protection from the elements. Yes, it was a happy day! 
Warmth!

Insulation by spray foaming. Next comes the drywall. And not soon after! 
Later that same month, 2013
Drywall! Then Mike and Dad put up nailers on the arch in several death defying maneuvers. 

Here's Mike finishing up.

December 2013

And then… a whole year went by… what happened to 2014? Well, there were ceilings to paint, floors to sand, trim to put up, caulk to stuff, windows to fix…


March 2014, Edge on Arch

Sanding,  April 2014
The Arch also became a bit of an Art supporter.
September 2014
And so it has been till this month, February of 2015. We keep rearranging and cleaning, trying to keep the Church work-wise. But we're not done with the Gallery, so the art must go!


And so, it's February of the self-same year the White Church Gallery is set to open. 2015.

YIKES!!!!

We need to pedal a little faster!

So now we have begun an art/science project.
I'm a scientist by nature, and Mike's an artist. But he's also an engineer, so that's like a scientist. And I have a musical nature, so that's artistic, right? Hence the art/science project that we are in the midst of. What to do with the arch!
Cherry and Pine. What say you?
This is only the beginning. As I type this, my soul mate is over yonder drawing up the arch on his CAD program and figuring out dimensions, beveling, and molding ideas. He's trying to figure out how to make this arch a piece of art. There will be more to this story. Stay tuned.




Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sand-tastic

The time has come to address the floor. It really contains the last of the remaining nastiness and crud from the past. Wanna help, boys?
"Pass!"    "What he said!"

That's OK. I wouldn't want a cat tail to get caught in the machinery. 

So we drove into Bad Axe to rent a couple of sanders: one big drum sander and the smaller edging sander. Neither of us had sanded a big floor before, so it was going to be an adventure. As usual!

Here it is after the first few swipes. This machine was pretty tame and easy to use. 

That's the good point.
 But it also left a lot of paint still on the wood.

That's the bad point.
So we used it in conjunction with the edger. The difference in the ease of use was like the difference between holding on to a vacuum cleaner and holding on to the Tazmanian Devil!

Hey, it's like vacuuming! Over and over...

Hey, it's like holding on to a bronco's head! A mad bronco.
Well, it was a long and arduous task, but we made progress.

It's like mowing the lawn!
Except the lawn is making an awful dust!
It's like holding a tornado!
But it turned out to be the only thing that would dig in and get the last of the ancient paint/stain out.

 hours later...
Wheels of grit
We went through some paper. We pay by the sheet, which messed with my thrifty mind. Changing the paper often makes the job much easier, but at $10 a sheet for the large sander and $4 for the small, it makes you think twice. I couldn't help imagining strapping a ten dollar bill under the sander every time we changed the paper. But then after a few shifts on the bronco head, I would have paid more just to make it easier.

Sheets o' used paper

Also, it took us awhile to remember that dust is an irritant.

That's why we bought masks!
So back and forth we went, up and down the boards. And we progressed.

Ride 'im, Cowboy Mike!
I did take turns, but Cowboy Mike forgot to record it! We both were pooped at day's end. But what a change! It was an exhausted but happy glow we had later that evening!

Ahh! Hard work pays off!
Yeah- and nothing good comes easy. And idle hands are the Devil's workshop.

But it's true...
Totally Worth It!
Worth numb hands and sore shoulders?

uh,
YEAH!
Ignore the other-worldly looks, we'll wear masks next time, promise!