Carved from applewood gifted by a tree surgeon, this piece comes from a St. Boniface tree. Not fallen or forgotten, but offered. A gesture of trust. A second life, passed from one set of hands to another.
The form rises with purpose. A subtle twist, steady and quiet, like a tower learning how to lift itself skyward. There’s grace in the motion… not wild, but deliberate. Not burning, but reaching.
The grain flows like wind around a spire. Soft striations spiral upward, drawing the eye to the tip… that final point of longing. It doesn’t demand attention. It invites it.
This is a piece about aspiration.
About quiet strength and choosing the upward path.
Applewood. 17 Inches.
Carved from applewood gifted by a tree surgeon, this piece comes from a St. Boniface tree. Not fallen or forgotten, but offered. A gesture of trust. A second life, passed from one set of hands to another.
The form rises with purpose. A subtle twist, steady and quiet, like a tower learning how to lift itself skyward. There’s grace in the motion… not wild, but deliberate. Not burning, but reaching.
The grain flows like wind around a spire. Soft striations spiral upward, drawing the eye to the tip… that final point of longing. It doesn’t demand attention. It invites it.
This is a piece about aspiration.
About quiet strength and choosing the upward path.
Applewood. 17 Inches.
