About the studio
A small workshop
in a Texas garage.
No factory. No team of twenty. Just one pair of hands, a laser cutter, a bottle of finish, and the kind of slow afternoons where the radio plays softly and the sawdust catches the light.
The studio is named after our son, Ryan.
How it started
I made the first one for my wife.
A small wooden map of the corner where we met — the cross street, a tiny red heart pinned where it happened, our two names along the bottom and the date under them. I gave it to her on a Tuesday for no good reason.
She hung it in the kitchen, by the coffee maker. Her sister saw it first. Then a neighbor. Then a friend emailed asking if I’d make one for her father’s seventieth.
That’s how the studio started. Not as a plan. Just as people asking.
What we make,
and why by hand.
Three objects. An Origin Map of the place a love started. A First Year Chronicle of a baby’s twelve months. A Memory Puzzle from one photo someone can’t stop looking at.
The face of each piece is laser-cut and printed on a 3mm wood panel — your map, your photo, the names, the date. That panel is mounted onto a solid walnut base that we hand-sand, oil, and sign underneath.
About a week per piece. The grain changes. No two are the same. A machine could do it faster — it would also do it the same way every time, and that’s the part that matters less.
A morning here
Coffee at 6:30. The garage door rolls up at 7. The dog finds her spot under the bench. By eight, the air smells like cedar and a small fan moves the dust toward the window. By the evening, one piece is one step closer to your door.
We work out of a one-car garage in Texas. We don’t take more orders than we can finish properly. If a piece isn’t right, it doesn’t go in the box.
The quiet promise.
- Made by one person. The same hands from cut to signature.
- Real wood throughout. A 3mm wood-panel face on a solid American-walnut base. No fake-grain laminate, no MDF.
- Built to outlast. If anything ever fails on its own, send it back. We’ll fix it for life.
- No rush. About a week from your order to your door. Sometimes a few days more. We’d rather be late and right.
Thanks for reading this far.
— From the garage, somewhere in Texas