I spent most of yesterday morning staring at a rejected walnut chair leg—one of the many ghosts in my studio—because I couldn’t decide if the taper was too aggressive or…

I was staring at a prototype for a walnut lounge chair last Tuesday—one of the many “failures” currently cluttering the corner of my studio—and realized it was the most honest…

I spent the better part of last Tuesday staring at a pile of discarded oak joints in the corner of my studio, each one a failed attempt at a leg…

I spent most of my career in a workshop, surrounded by the smell of sawdust and the weight of failed joinery, so when people talk about the “spiritual rewards” of…

I have a shelf in the back of my studio filled with what I call “the ghosts”—half-finished chairs and botched joinery that should have stayed in the scrap bin. Most…

There is a specific, hollow kind of dread that sets in when a client or a senior designer leans over your shoulder, eyes narrowing at a joint or a seam.…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, clearing a layer of walnut dust off a prototype that had been sitting in my “reject” pile for three years. I was…

I was staring at a pile of rejected walnut chair legs in the corner of my studio last Tuesday—each one tagged with a handwritten note about a failed bevel or…

I have a shelf in the back of my studio, tucked behind the heavy slabs of walnut, that serves as a graveyard for “perfect” ideas. It’s filled with joints that…

I was sitting on my studio floor last Tuesday, staring at a pile of rejected walnut joints, when I realized how much we lie to ourselves about our gear. There…