Welcome to the shop. Here’s some scenes of the dust and shavings, the revelations hidden in the grain, the new tensions of wound steel, the hope for rebirth in a tree felled years ago. Inlay to be cut, binding to be set, frets to be fitted. The smell of walnut when it’s heated and steamed. The curls of ebony coming off the fingerboard. Pure. Clean. –and at the end, a clear tone that rings.