Sage’s Story

Some people are loud with their voices.
I guess I’ve always been louder with my hands.

I grew up around silence.
The kind that isn’t heavy, just… patient.

My father was a painter who rarely spoke.
My mother collected antique tools and left them around the house like relics.
I learned early that beauty lives in small things — chipped handles, pencil sketches on napkins, the shape of light at 3 p.m.

I never really “chose” art.
It just happened, the way breathing happens.

One medium led to another — graphite to ink, ink to clay, clay to leather.
What stayed constant was the need to make.
To translate what I couldn’t explain in words into textures, curves, color, and space.

I didn’t realize this would be a profession.
And honestly, I still don’t think of it that way.

When we started Hushcrafts, I said I didn’t want to be “in front.”
I still don’t.
You won’t see much of me online.
I’m usually the one behind the camera, or hunched over a workbench with a pencil behind my ear, forgetting what time it is.

But every piece I work on holds a little of the quiet I live in —
A kind of stillness that isn’t absence — it’s focus. Presence.
An invitation to slow down and look again.

If you’ve ever felt more at home in a library than a party —
If you notice the way things age, and find that beautiful —
If you’ve ever stared at a shadow longer than you meant to —
Then you’ve already met me, in a way.

Thank you for finding me here.
— Sage