Each piece of wood evolves naturally and takes shape as art in the same way. The wood slabs I use are hundreds of years old and the only way to acquire them is from storm fallen trees on private land. Sometimes I know the people who own the land, and other times it's a complete stranger and it takes a few visits to gain their trust — roaming someone's acreage for a good piece of wood isn't exactly a common favor to ask.  After a piece falls from a storm and has been cut and collected, it has to dry one year for every one inch of thickness. Most dinner tables are four to six inches thick. There's got to be a metaphor in all of this, which I'm saving for retirement.