I just returned from visiting my 92 y/o grandmother in Falls Church, VA.
Several visits and years back pieces of a huge oak from my Granny's side yard were given to me by my uncle. I was tasked by my mother with making an object for my uncle and Granny from the wood.
At the time I was extremely dubious of the chunks of wood as they were already splitting and still had yet to endure the trip home to my parents home, and for me to go and pick them up. Then life intervened and they sat for way to long, the punky parts got worse and the rest of the sound wood, being oak, just finished turning into cement.
I did the best I could with what was at hand, as Gran isn't doing very well, I had to get these completed in a hurry for my trip up.
My Grandmother, never a shy woman was partial to one instantly, she even remembered the tree it came from ( a feat considering her memory of late), and expressed her dislike for the other. An honest critic, such a rare thing, especially amongst ones own relations <grin>. My uncle's wife loved the other, so it worked out.
These are much inspired by the rugged bowls of Mark Lindquist. The style suited the material and to be honest, if I had attempted anything thin and delicate with this wood, it would have blown up on me.
Here is the bowl my Uncle Bruce and my Aunt Nancy now have.
Some kind of Oak that grows very large - the trunk was enormous. Carved, pryographed, charred.
Finished in tung oil and buffed.
About 10 inches in diameter.