Alababula is a word from old seafaring slang, meaning a drifter sailor — someone who doesn’t belong to order, but knows every corner of the sea. Their compass is internal, their path ever-shifting.

This piece is more than a table — it’s an expression of a state of being, a journey.
The compass inlay doesn’t point to stillness, but to constant search.
The arched leg speaks of those who don’t walk straight lines.

The coordinates mark a memory, not a destination — a moment of departure, not arrival.
The top, made from walnut, carries depth in its darkening tone.
The legs, shaped by bending chestnut wood using a lamination technique, embody motion and fluid craftsmanship.
The compass rose marquetry, crafted from bog oak, padouk, ash, and mulberry root, is a quiet ode to the art of fine woodworking.

Every material is a direction, every line a decision, every detail a trace.
Alababula is neither here nor there.
A bit lost, a bit rebellious.
It’s not made for those who know where they are —
But for those who are searching.