Rātā, coastal green rock, sculptural bowl
Sometimes the rarest things don’t announce themselves.
They wait,quietly for someone to really look.
This piece began as something ordinary. The timber, bought from a local maker was labeled somthing else It sat for a while, gathering dust, its grain dulled by time and weathering. But when the turning began when the edge met the wood and the layers came away something else emerged. Richer, darker, tighter-grained. Not ordinary , but Rātā one of Aotearoa’s rarest and most prized native hardwoods. A quiet treasure, hiding in plain sight.
The bowl, with its soft curves and flower-like form, now rests on a deep green coastal rock from the South Wairarapa. Veined with white minerals and shaped by time, the stone lies flat, grounding the piece. The bowl perches off-centre, just lightly like a bloom leaning toward the light.
This is a small reminder that beauty doesn’t always arrive with fanfare.
Sometimes it waits.
Sometimes it looks like something else.
And sometimes, only by shaping, cutting, and paying attention do we come to see what was there all along.
H 12cm
W 16cm
Rātā, coastal green rock, sculptural bowl
Sometimes the rarest things don’t announce themselves.
They wait,quietly for someone to really look.
This piece began as something ordinary. The timber, bought from a local maker was labeled somthing else It sat for a while, gathering dust, its grain dulled by time and weathering. But when the turning began when the edge met the wood and the layers came away something else emerged. Richer, darker, tighter-grained. Not ordinary , but Rātā one of Aotearoa’s rarest and most prized native hardwoods. A quiet treasure, hiding in plain sight.
The bowl, with its soft curves and flower-like form, now rests on a deep green coastal rock from the South Wairarapa. Veined with white minerals and shaped by time, the stone lies flat, grounding the piece. The bowl perches off-centre, just lightly like a bloom leaning toward the light.
This is a small reminder that beauty doesn’t always arrive with fanfare.
Sometimes it waits.
Sometimes it looks like something else.
And sometimes, only by shaping, cutting, and paying attention do we come to see what was there all along.
H 12cm
W 16cm
