The wood bends under your hands as if it remembers being alive. Each curve pulls a hidden creature out of the grain, shapes that seem to emerge from the natural lines already sleeping inside the wood. Their shapes are half-real and half-imagined. The curves are not just technique; they are movement. The wildness comes from the way the wood bends — unpredictable, organic, and full of personality. They feel alive, untamed, and deeply connected to nature’s own imagination.