Collection: Pyrography

It begins with a bit of wood, or sometimes a smooth, pale bone. And then… the slow scorching of a hot point. No ink, no paint. Just a slow, patient conversation between the fire and the form. You see a pattern start to bloom, scorched into the grain as if the soul of the wood itself were rising up to meet the heat.

It's an old craft, this. Pyrography, it's called, though I like to think of it as drawing with embers. It's not a thing to be rushed. It’s born of patience and a steady hand, guided by the warmth in your palm and the quiet spirit of the material. You must listen to it or you’ll not hear what it wants to become. When you do… when you listen… that’s when the true vision comes to life.

So if you have a story waiting in a piece of wood, or a memory you’d see given form, my fire is always banked and ready. You can find me through the chat here on Heksedans.com, or send a word on the wind by email. Even that little window on Instagram will do.

I’ll be here, by the fire.