Look far enough into a tree’s rings and you start to feel how many layers of time are folded in there — more than anyone could count. I wanted that time near me.

In English, the word ‘book’ goes back to the beech tree. Book and tree, one root: I like to set them side by side. Every one comes out different in grain and shape, so each becomes a place of its own — a stand for a bookmark, somewhere one moment of a book can rest.