The Timber Collective was not started as a business. It began at home.
Bobby, a craftsman by instinct, started shaping wood for himself. A table for his living room. A lamp carved from a fallen branch. Pieces made to fill his own spaces with warmth and texture.
He was not searching for perfection. He was following a feeling: the quiet pleasure of working with his hands, the calm that comes when material turns to meaning. Each piece held something honest, a balance of weight, grain, and memory.
Soon, what began as a personal pursuit found its way into other homes. Friends, visitors, and collectors began to see what he saw: the beauty of something made slowly, thoughtfully, and by hand.
And so, The Timber Collective took shape. Not as a business, but as a continuation of that first impulse: to create from care.
Today, every object carries that same origin: a craftsman’s curiosity, the intimacy of home, and the belief that true beauty reveals itself only when it is lived with.