It felt strange to hear his work compared to painting or glass-blowing. Sure, there was a certain art to woodwork. It wasn't just a matter of knowing how each piece fit into the whole or how to make sure the weight would balance evenly, you needed a sense of what would look decent. But it wasn't, like... artisan stuff. Stick chairs were made for sitting in, not admiring. Mostly, he just kept things simple and let the wood do the talking.
But Will smiled to hear Daniel enthusing about painting. Maybe he wasn't an artist, but that feeling of the world narrowing down to you and the task at your fingertips, and the satisfaction of something tangible taking shape? Yeah, he thought he could relate to that a bit. It sounded as though Daniel and Michaela had both found their passions, and built something of them, too. "Tuck said you were always artistic, even as a tyke. I'd love to see your work."