Warenoff – the Embrace of Wood

More than an object. More than a mere piece of wood.
It is faith in art, the quiet lessons of humility, and the slow fire of perseverance that have taught me to truly see.

Where once I hurried past, blind to the world’s quiet wonders, today I pause — I notice.
Sometimes, when an old, timeworn tool falls into my hands, I wonder:
Who once held this with pride?
What hands, what dreams, spun life from it long before it came to me?
Now, it whirls and hums between my fingers, as if eager to create again.

I hold these objects with reverence, for they carry with them stories older than words — silent witnesses of countless yesterdays.

There’s a fragrance that clings to the workshop air — sweet, spicy, soothing — a breath of distant forests.
When I work with these rare woods, I let time slip away. I give myself the gift of stillness, of noticing the way the light plays on the grains, the hidden colors swirling just beneath the surface.

In my little sanctuary, the noise of the world fades.
Deadlines vanish.
The rush of modern life crumbles into nothingness.
Only the slow marvel of creation remains — the colors, the textures, the scent of earth’s generosity.

Patient, deliberate hand movements coax forgotten beauty from raw material, and in these moments, I forget the day’s burdens.
The world outside? It vanishes.
Time? It ceases to matter.

There are no thoughts when I create — only presence.
Only the wood, the hands, the breath.

Often, I find myself awake late into the night, chasing the perfect curve of a piece of jewelry, living and dreaming its shape until it reveals itself to me.
I rise with it. I sleep with it.
It fills the space between my heartbeats until it is whole.

On days when sadness shadows my steps, when heaviness clings to me, I retreat to the workshop — and there, among shavings and scents, I find myself again.

Art has been my harbor, my faithful companion through every storm.
I owe it more than words can hold.

Where this path will lead, I cannot say.
I walk it with open hands and an open heart, day after day.

And what is Warenoff?
It is not just a name.
It is the way I live, the quiet rhythm of a life shaped by creation.