01
Where it started
My father makes furniture. Growing up, his workshop was the place I understood best — the smell of cut timber, the sound of a machine finding its line, the way a finish either looks right or does not and no argument changes it.
I learned the trade the way you learn anything from a parent: by being handed things. Materials, tolerances, what wood does in heat, why a joint fails. And underneath it the lesson I keep going back to — making something real is slow, unforgiving, and worth it.
I thought I was helping my dad. I was learning how a production business works.











