„Growing up at home I remember a wood burning tile stove being the centerpiece of our living room. To us kids this stove was the center of our universe during the cold seasons. After having spent hours outside tobogganing, chilled to the bone we would return home and sit around the stove all cuddled up and comforted by the heat the stove was emitting. Those memories have taught me at a very tender age what home means to me. Eventually the stove had to be torn down. I was fortunate enough to be able to save one of those dark green tiles as a keepsake. I ended up inaerting it into my living room wall. Now and even though it’s just my imagination, whenever I put the palm of my hand on this particular tile I feel the same warmth we felt back then as kids.“
