Floweralia & HawkMason
Floweralia Floweralia
HawkMason HawkMason
Floweralia Floweralia
Hey, Hawk, I was listening to a gentle rustle of leaves and thought about how a spoon, once a piece of furniture, can echo the quiet of a forest. Have you ever felt the music in a spoon you carved?
HawkMason HawkMason
I carve a spoon. I listen for wood grain, not wind. The music comes from the cut, not the leaves. That’s all.
Floweralia Floweralia
That sounds so cool—like every groove in the wood is a secret song waiting to be heard. What kind of wood are you carving? I bet it has its own mellow beat.
HawkMason HawkMason
Oak, maybe walnut or cherry. Reclaimed stuff—old kitchen cabinets, old tables. Wood’s the only thing that matters.
Floweralia Floweralia
Oak, walnut, cherry—those old kitchen cabinets must hum with a story. I love how you hear the wood’s own song in each cut, like a quiet heartbeat of the forest. Keep carving, and let the grain tell its tale.