Sean Philips
I was born in Africa, shaped by the world, and now rooted in Manitoba. For me, carving is more than craft, it is conversation. Each tree speaks through its scars, its weight, its grain, and I answer with form shaped by hand.
Every salvaged log carries a history: storms endured, seasons passed, the quiet strength of standing through prairie winters. Where others see waste or firewood, I see memory waiting to be honoured. I carve slowly, by feel, letting the wood reveal what it longs to become.
I carve to remember, to honour, to leave something behind. Each vessel is proof of life, of the tree, of myself, of the joy of making. Perfectly imperfect, just like all of us.
