In the early 1990's my new bride bought me a simple power drill for Christmas. Little did I know then that what she had given me was to be the start into a now long journey creating art with wood.
 
From simple beginnings doing home repairs, and making small gifts, I found a love for creating traditional log furniture. I started a small business, and it was successful! I found great pleasure in taking this beautiful raw material, and turning it into functional pieces. The wood spoke to me, and I listened.

After a number of years I began finding it more and more difficult to compete with the massive amounts of rustic furniture builders that were flooding the marketplace, some of it even coming from overseas. It was about this time that I lost my mother to cancer too early, at the age of only 59, and my perspective on life took on a whole new meaning. I turned a sharp corner with my work that year, and began to take bigger chances without concern for what was popular, without hesitation about how people might react, and without fear of failure.

Slowly other materials such as antique tools, and odd scraps from old cars, trains, lamps, and stoves began to find their way into my work, and the pieces I was now creating weren’t only functional, they also began to take on their own personalities. My work was alive, and the artist was finally at the wheel.