my vision

There’s something magical about wood.

The way it carries the memory of time – the rings, the cracks, the imperfections – it’s like each piece holds a heartbeat of the tree it once was. I didn’t choose wood. It found me. It called to me in a way that no other material ever had. And from the moment I first poured epoxy into the grain of an old slab, I knew I wasn’t just making an object – I was giving something a new life.

My vision is rooted in emotion. In connection. In the belief that art doesn’t belong only in galleries – it belongs in homes, in moments, in the quiet corners of everyday life.

I want to create more than just beautiful things. I want to create experiences – something that makes people stop, feel, remember. A table that becomes the heart of a home. A piece of wall art that brings nature into a city apartment. A custom box that holds not just jewelry, but memory.

Every creation I make is infused with care, curiosity, and a deep respect for the material. I never aim for perfection. I aim for truth – the honest beauty of something real, raw, and touched by human hands.

I imagine a world where people reconnect with the natural, the handmade, the meaningful. Where we value things not for their price, but for their presence. Where we choose slow, intentional design over mass production.

And maybe, just maybe, a part of this vision was born on a day when the world around me broke apart – and in one impossible moment, I opened not just my car, but my heart. From being alone, we became eight. And from that crack in reality, something began to grow. A deeper understanding of connection. Of what really matters. Of how fragile – and beautiful – life can be.

That’s my vision.

To keep creating. To keep listening to the wood.
To help people see the beauty in imperfection.
And to remind them – in a world of noise and speed – that wonder still exists in the simplest of things.