The timber tells the story — long before I do. Each board has a past: storms it’s weathered, sunlight it’s soaked in, knots that mark a twist in its life. When I start a piece, I don’t impose shape. I listen. The weight, the grain, even the smell — they all guide what that timber wants to become. Whether it’s a chair, a table, or a quiet little wall hook, the timber decides first. I just follow.
