I have been making things since I was a boy, it is one of those patterns of life that seem to make more of you than you of it.  To that extent, every object that comes out of my shop tells two stories, one its own and one that’s mine.  Its own story is of the material, the wood, bark, metal and stone, and how it was shaped by a Maine climate and geography.  My story is how I saw it, and what I wanted it to be.

 

Things have changed for me over the years.  I am not as strong, ambitious or fast as I once was but in exchange, I have grown patient and more skilled.  Patient enough to work quietly and let the wood tell its story, skilled enough to help that story come alive.