There is a constant hum that accompanies Chris Holme as he moves through his
Sherman Oaks workshop. It’s not the driving beats of 90s rock or lilting strings of
classical music, which alternately emanate from the boom box on the bay windowsill.
Nor is it the gentle flow of water from the fountain just beyond that window.
It’s something subtler, a whisper: Morality and truth, as the square rests in his
palm. Keep your passions in due bounds and circumscribe your wants and desires,
as he describes small or large circles with his compass. Equality, as he checks the
trueness of a cabinet with his level.
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by Heather Boerner