Heartwood is, at the core, a love laid bare. It’s the deepest and strongest part of the tree, the grain of truth under the rings of protection and pretense. Heartwood is about the things we own and those that own us, heartbreak and hope, belonging and being left behind.
It’s about earthquakes and happiness slowly replacing twisted steel. Legacies, terror and pride, the scent of autumn and bones, a youth spent in the catacombs of Paris, in the fields of Kansas and in the deserts of the Middle East.
A collection unlike any other for its vast range, both reflective and in-the-moment electric, flow down the Haw River with Bob Dylan and Umberto Eco, set the furniture on fire, have an espresso with ghosts, and skinny dip in the strawberry moon of solstice.
Heartwood is, at the core, a love laid bare. It’s the deepest and strongest part of the tree, the grain of truth under the rings of protection and pretense. Heartwood is about the things we own and those that own us, heartbreak and hope, belonging and being left behind.
It’s about earthquakes and happiness slowly replacing twisted steel. Legacies, terror and pride, the scent of autumn and bones, a youth spent in the catacombs of Paris, in the fields of Kansas and in the deserts of the Middle East.
A collection unlike any other for its vast range, both reflective and in-the-moment electric, flow down the Haw River with Bob Dylan and Umberto Eco, set the furniture on fire, have an espresso with ghosts, and skinny dip in the strawberry moon of solstice.