Sometimes at the start of a new wood carving project, I can’t fathom ever getting to the end. Very quickly, it becomes just about the pure motion of chipping away rather than the shape of anything forming. Each stage requires a different headspace for me — I start with chaotic, large chunks flying and have to end with calm, tiny adjustments. This might be why I often have a few pieces going at once. I rummage around the various in progress pieces reflecting as I go trying to match my state with what the wood in my hand needs.