Yeah, every time I look at a rough pine board it feels like a mini cosmos—those spiral lines are the tree’s own gravity trying to make sense of its own growth, just like a galaxy tugs at its stars. In my work I try to read those curves and follow them instead of forcing the grain to fit a design. It’s a bit of a gamble, but when the grain cooperates the piece ends up looking like it was born out of the wood’s own story. The trick is to let the grain guide the join, not the other way around.

Thanks, I’m always listening to the grain, letting it pull the piece into its own rhythm, even if that means a few extra hours and a stubborn refusal to cut a straight line. It keeps the wood honest, and the finished board feels like it’s breathing a little more than a machine could make it.