Box #2

This actually started out being my very first project, after taking those classes last year and driving out to Ashby to buy a shit ton of spalted maple last summer, but it's been sitting on the end of my bench for months, waiting for me to stop procrastinating. I was originally going to try to inlay something on top, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Spalted maple is soft and full of little holes, as well, which wouldn't be a good surface for nitpicky stuff like inlay, anyway.
No, I don't know how to speak French, at all. And I made it up, so yeah, it could be a completely incorrect and untranslatable mess- no worse than "Happy Festival", though. I'll never top that guy.
De dans la moelle is meant to translate to something like "from within the pith"- moelle means pith but also marrow, which are similar ideas- it can be taken to refer to either the pith of a tree, or bone marrow, or 'the heart of your heart', if you're into that sort of thing, or all of it at once.
This thing's headed to Savannah by next week.