Buckeye Burl Wall Art

Every maker remembers their first slab.

This was mine, buckeye burl, full of curl and character, shaped by time into something raw and radiant. A wood that doesn’t shout, but hums with quiet complexity.

I made this one for my wife.

She’s from Ohio, where the buckeye tree means something. Pride. Home. Heritage. The kind of deep-rooted thing that lasts. So this piece, my beginning, went to her.

We hung it where we could see it every day. Not just because it’s beautiful. But because it reminds us what started it all.