
The crack came after the carving, which is the cruellest timing there is. This was one of my favourite bowl shapes I had ever cut, and watching it split as it dried was a gut punch. So it became only the second piece I ever answered with deerskin leather, the stitching that has since become a signature: the crack laced like a wound, honest and visible and stronger for it. Same St. Boniface maple as so many pieces in this collection. People keep telling me it looks like a football, and they are not wrong; there is something held-together and stitched about it that reads as sport and as surgery at the same time. I have honestly never understood why this one has not found its home yet. Some pieces just wait longer for their person. This one is still waiting.
The door-knock maple of St. Boniface: logs on a front lawn, a knock on a door, a bowl promised in return. This tree runs through this whole collection, and this piece carries one of its hardest-won lessons about what drying wood decides to do.













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