Across centuries, printmaking has evolved—tools shifting, surfaces reborn. At first glance, the move from wood to linoleum might seem a modern rupture, yet another story whispers through the fibers. Though one is an ancient elder growing upright towards the sun, the other a younger kin forged from what has fallen - scattered remnants of cork dust, wood flour, linseed oil, woven jute - they share a subtle kinship. What follows is a reflective exploration of how, beneath these differences, often cast as opposed or in tension, wood and linoleum echo the same material intelligence. They are related forms within a longer material lineage, binding tree to fiber, past to present, hand to spirit.