AND TO THINK THAT A TREE…
And to think that a tree, after enduring decades of seasons, eventually finds itself in our hands, ready to begin a new life. The walnut tree I chose for this project still carried in its veins the memory of its deep roots. Each grain is like a scar, a memory etched in the wood.
After cutting and assembly comes the gluing. The boards are joined under the pressure of the clamps, as if they were relearning to form a single body. It's a silent, almost solemn stage. The wood sometimes creaks softly, as if to remind us that it remains alive, that it is still transforming.
We're waiting...
Once freed from the clamps, the panel reveals its continuous lines and subtle contrasts. The strength of the future piece of furniture is already evident, but it still needs to be caressed, polished, and brought to its full potential. The plane whispers as it glides, the sandpaper gently and patiently touches the surface until it captures the light like satin skin.
And to think that a tree, after weathering storms and sunshine, finally finds its place in a house, ready to share other stories. Perhaps that, in essence, is the true privilege of a craftsman: to accompany the wood through this journey, and to offer it a second life that will bear witness to many more lives.
