Each piece below is one of one, carved from a tree with a name and a place. Open any of them to read where it stood, why it came down, and what it became. This page reads live from the workshop: when a piece finds its home, it says so here.
I name these pieces because I have a relationship with every single one of them. Each one was part of my meditation at the bench. Each one has brought me joy and peace of mind, and fed the desire to bring good things into the world. I think they deserve names. But a name has to be earned here, so under every name you will find the story of how it was.
Every piece is one of one, but the bench keeps working. Commissions here tend to start one of two ways.
Someone loses a tree that mattered — the one in the yard they grew up climbing, the one that came down in a storm — and they want to keep part of it in a form they will actually use. Or a designer has a space that needs one specific object: an alcove, a hall table, a shelf where nothing bought off a shelf will do.
If either of those sounds like you, tell me about it. If you have the wood, I will work with it. If you do not, I will find the right tree.