Roan

Roan was the only name for this small accent table, made for a son who is not mine but very much family, and for someone who loves his Mustang. The piece was intended to be unmistakably his—personal, bold, and singular. With oak legs set in differing directions and a cherry top intersected by black epoxy, it carries a sense of motion and character. After traveling halfway across the country, the table was unpacked to genuine surprise, a moment that mattered as much as the object itself.