Wood & Worth
Rows upon rows of carved birds filled the workshop, sunlight catching on their polished surfaces. Each bore a tag, its price shifting minutely as customers paused before them—a longer gaze seemed to inflate the cost. The resin coating, warm to the touch, deepened in color under sustained attention, almost mirroring the observer’s focus. Value wasn't inherent in the wood or carving, but coalesced from moments of consideration, a quiet exchange between wanting and worth; finally, one man selected a bird, its price now reflecting his prolonged deliberation.