Coconut wood comes from a tree past its fruit-bearing life. The cord carries the weaver’s rhythm across the seat and back. Nothing is borrowed from elsewhere. The material, the making, the place all the same. A chair grounded in what was already there, shaped by hands that know it.

Slatted coconut wood, reclined and open. The ribs fan across the back in the direction the wood allows. A cushion rests without being fixed. Wide at the seat, low to the ground. A chair that asks nothing of you except that you slow down and stay a while

The back curves in a full arc. Spindles fan outwards from a flat base to meet it. Cane rattan fills the seat, woven close. The joinery at the arms is exposed, not hidden. Made by hands that have done this before and will do it again, each time with care.