As I spend time with the wood, carving, removing material, refining the surfaces and smoothing the wounds, the entangled forms lighten, the knots loosen. I call them “Partially Undone” and that’s all they can ever be. They are gestures rendered slowly in between being fully tightened and unraveled. They are given the allowance and power to be perpetually unresolved. They are objects of tension that bind nothing in place but their own existence, and they will never come undone.
each knot has a box, milled from the same piece of lumber, that it can return to, rest in.
