Bringing Nature Closer
As a child, I spent my days climbing cherry trees and apple trees, hiding in their branches, feeling the bark rough against my palms. The garden was my whole world. I knew every tree by heart.
Then came fifteen years in cities. Glass and concrete. Screens and schedules. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how it felt to touch something real.
One day I held a piece of oak in my hands and something shifted. The grain beneath my fingers. The weight of it. The quiet presence of something that had grown for a hundred years.
Now I make things from wood so that others can feel what I felt. A small piece of nature, shaped by hand, to hold and to keep. Something real in a world that often feels like it is not.
Kate
