Sam Boyd

Soughing is my favorite word. It’s the sound wind makes as it moves through trees (not to be confused with rustling, which is something specific to what leaves are doing). Wind will be soundless and shapeless until it washes through a tree. And then you can hear a rush, or a whisper, sometimes a groan; and there’s a shape to behold: branches and leaves bending and flitting.

A tree is already beautiful on its own, but in its collaboration with the wind something symphonic happens. And I guess that’s my goal here. To know something is beautiful and to be drawn to it because of its intrinsic beauty (trees, wood), and collide with it in hopes of making another thing that’s also beautiful (furniture, cabinet), with a quality that is uniquely realized by the ways I touch and move the wood and put it all together.

That’s the road I’m trying to take. I’ve got a long way to go, but I don’t think there’s a better place than the Krenov School to help me along.