I remember standing over a walnut slab three years ago, the scent of cedar shavings thick enough to taste, when my chisel suddenly skidded. I didn’t think; I didn’t consult…

I remember sitting in my studio three years ago, staring at a prototype for a walnut lounge chair that had become a total failure. I had spent weeks obsessing over…

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

I spent three weeks last month staring at a single joint for a walnut sideboard, convinced I was being inefficient. My studio manager called it a waste of billable hours,…

I still have the prototype from 2004 sitting in the corner of my studio, a walnut tabletop that buckled so violently it looked like a frozen wave. I’d spent weeks…

I spent most of my twenties in studios where “inspiration” was a buzzword used to justify expensive, aimless wandering. People love to romanticize the craft, claiming that what working with…

I spent three weeks in 1998 obsessing over the silhouette of a walnut lounge chair, tweaking the rake of the backrest by mere millimeters until my eyes blurred. I thought…

I was staring at a prototype for a walnut lounge chair last Tuesday, surrounded by the usual graveyard of failed ideas, when it hit me. Most design textbooks treat proportion…

I was staring at a pile of scrap walnut in the corner of my studio yesterday—one of those “failed” iterations I can’t bring myself to throw away—and it hit me…

I was staring at a prototype for a walnut lounge chair last Tuesday, surrounded by the usual graveyard of “better ideas” that never made the cut. There was this one…