The Story Behind Wooden Ink

Every tree spends its lifetime writing an autobiography in wood. Its rings record years of growth, its cracks and scars mark what it has endured, and its shape reflects the life it lived.

I make original hand-pulled prints from reclaimed tree slabs, preserving those marks on paper and giving trees that might otherwise disappear another way to tell their stories.

Wooden Ink grew from a fascination with trees that I’ve carried since childhood — and from the belief that the imperfect parts are often the most interesting ones.

As a little girl, I would stand beneath the towering white pines at my grandparents’ farm in Verner, Ontario, look up into their branches and wonder what kinds of lives those giant trees had lived. What they'd seen.

That sense of wonder never left me.

As I grew older, wonder became respect. I came to appreciate not only the beauty of trees, but their quiet strength, resilience and generosity. They clean our air and provide us with oxygen, they shelter wildlife, shade our summers, they build and heat our homes, and often outlive generations of people. Long after we are gone, they continue telling their stories. I've stood among the trees so many times, wondering about each of their stories.

Then my own story changed...

...In the summer of 2025, Lyme disease forced me to slow… way… down; it deeply impacted every facet of my life, and continues to do so. During my recovery, I found myself returning to the quiet lessons of the trees. They do not hide the years that were hardest on them. They carry them. Every season—good and bad—becomes part of the story written within their rings.

Not every tree has perfect rings. Some reveal periods of struggle followed by years of healthy growth. While searching for my new identity, I found myself seeing my own story in those rings. The first time I pulled a tree-ring print, I realized I was not simply revealing rings. I was revealing a whole life story.

Every ring marks another season.
Another challenge.
Another year of growth.

That is why tree rings speak to me. They remind me that the hardest seasons are never the whole story.

The tree wrote the first draft. I’m simply getting it down in ink.

Lyanne Goulin
Founder & Chief Storyteller

From Tree to Print

Ever wonder how reclaimed wood becomes an original hand-pulled print? It starts with a rough slab and ends with the reveal.

Why Hand-Pulled?

Every Wooden Ink print begins with a reclaimed tree and is hand-pulled from the original slab.

The Original Slab

The slab is the original manuscript. Carefully cut from reclaimed timber. Every print is one interpretation of the story it spent a lifetime writing.

Hand-Pulled

Every print is inked and pulled by hand using the original slab. No digital reproductions. No automated printing. Each pull carries the subtle character of the process.

Every Print is Unique

No two prints are exactly alike. Because your print is hand-pulled from reclaimed timber, the slight variations in ink, pressure and printing combine naturally to make your print uniquely yours.