CUSP

Meet CUSP, a meeting of timelines

It began as a single slab. no separation, no negotiation, just one continuous field of grain.

Top and lower plane, drawn from the same source, held apart just enough to create tension.

A quiet challenge sat beneath the ask to blend mid-century modern with Sheraton:

to exist between two languages without letting either take over one rooted in restraint, the other in refinement.

The top carries a subtle scalloped lip more felt than seen. A nod to detail without drifting into ornament.

The lower surface doesn’t sit It hovers, suspended on slender brass rods, leaving only an eighth of an inch to catch the light.

Not enough to announce itself.

Just enough to be found.

There’s a moment where the brass breaks through a thin line of warmth against the discipline of the walnut.

CUSP lives thereat the threshold between eras, between grounded and lifted, between what is declared and what is discovered