Sometimes you make a mistake, and instead of calling the piece "broken" or "not the one," that mistake ends up giving you something you'd never have made on purpose. Something you like so much that you want to keep making it intentionally. Aleksandra is that kind of piece. I wouldn't have made her this way, because my mind was set on a different sketch, a different idea of what she'd become. She was turned from red oak, from the tree that fell in a forest close to Dresden.…