Black lady

Wood that tells a story: The art of carving as a combination of nature and man

Early in the morning, when the sun spills golden light on the leaves of the trees and the forest seems to whisper something to the wind, I enter my studio. It smells of resin, dust and something almost mystical - as if the wood that rests here is still alive. In the corner stands a piece of black oak. Old, with numerous cracks, at first glance inconspicuous. But I know that inside it lies a story waiting to see the light of day. Wood always tells a story. You just have to know how to listen.

A life written in jars

Every piece of wood that comes into my hands is more than a material. It is a witness to time. When I look at the grain, I see years of growth - some abundant, others sparse, marked by difficulties. It's like reading a biography, except that it's described not in words, but in lines and spaces.