Educated by progressive hippies right here in Portland, I was taught my reverence for band saws and hatred of wood lathes at a tender age. Spurned by some unseen muse to build oddities from wooden wheelchairs and drum shells to bicycle frames, I turned to architecture school for an outlet.
Five or six blurry years later, I was resolute I could withstand mind numbing sleep deprivation, withering criticism, and I could actually better the world and its inhabitants with Good Design. I could not, however, stomach the real world of architectural practice.
Then I discovered the world of "little architecture". A place where I can get my hands on the material, learn from it, and manipulate it for an individual's experience.
Eleven years later I find myself the proud owner of 1 1/2 design/build firms, all ten fingers, a pile of tools, and a small mountain of debt.
Wouldn't change a thing.

I dig the chaboo as it stands: the rectangles, the reveals, the simplicity, and especially the little knee braces at the leg joint. So instead of a slight alteration, I went for a do-over.

The steel traces the form, in that endless chasing line that I can't seem to get away from. That took care of the structure and form, and left a whole bunch of air. What if i bridge the void with... slats! Yeah, like those cool Fins use all the time. Switching the grain direction on Kenny gave me a little smirk, showed off the flow of the form with solids and voids, and is true to the structure of both materials. One last smart assed shout-out left to do: cut out the knee brace as a void. The steel took care of that issue already.

I have endless gratitude to Tomita for doing this thing. He is the glue to the creative community I have been dreaming of for years. Thanks man!