I remember standing in my studio three years ago, staring at a walnut sideboard that had cost me sixty hours of sanding, only to see a single, microscopic speck of…

I remember sitting on a stool in my first studio, surrounded by the suffocating scent of solvent, staring at a walnut tabletop that looked more like plastic than wood. I…

I remember sitting on the floor of my first studio, surrounded by the scent of sawdust and the heavy, metallic tang of a failed prototype. I was staring at a…

I was staring at a walnut tabletop last Tuesday, the kind of piece that should have been the centerpiece of a commission, but instead, it looked like a crime scene.…

I was staring at a pile of walnut shavings and dried wood glue yesterday, thinking about that ridiculous notion that a clean studio is a sign of a productive designer.…

The smell of PVA glue is usually a sign of progress, but that specific, cloying scent hitting the back of my throat usually means I’ve just made a massive mistake.…

I was standing in the middle of my shop three years ago, staring at a pile of expensive walnut scraps and a spreading pool of PVA glue that had escaped…

I was standing in the middle of my studio last Tuesday, staring at a pile of walnut components that looked, on paper, absolutely perfect, yet felt fundamentally wrong. It’s that…

I was staring at a pile of expensive walnut stock, my hands shaking slightly, realizing I’d just cut the tenons on a drawer front that was now mathematically impossible to…

I can still smell the sawdust and the sharp, metallic tang of a miscut aluminum rail from a project back in ’04. I was staring at a series of expensive,…