This is where the sawdust settles. The sparks land. The signal gets grounded. Each build here— whether it hums with voltage, balances on bent steel, or sings through strings— is a physical conversation with the world. Not mass-produced. Not made for trends. Just tangible expressions of impulse, intention, and obsession. Some pieces are born from salvage. Some from sketches that won’t leave me alone. All of them are one-offs. Custom. Living objects that carry a bit of my time, my tools, and my stubborn need to make things real.
[haiku for you]
bent light, tuned steel, wood
speaks in every dialect—
I just listen close