The Beauty of Imperfection

There’s something dangerous about surrounding yourself with things pretending to be what they’re not.

Faking perfection numbs you. Makes you blind. You stop seeing things as they are and only see them as someone told you they should be.

That’s why every piece we create carries a story.
Every tree was unique before it became wood.
Every plank holds its own memory: a crack here, a twisted grain there, shades that tell the tale of everything it endured.

It’s not a flaw—it’s character.

But it’s hard to explain that to people used to perfection.
Synthetics are always the same. No surprises. No soul.

We don’t want that.
We want the truth of the materials: their imperfections, their authenticity. Because once you learn to see it, it changes the way you see everything.