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I've always made things.  Up until a few years ago I either gave them as gifts or filled my house with them.  For years people have been telling me I should sell the things I make.  I never took them too seriously.  But then one summer my uncles came to visit and both insisted on buying some of my work.  Of course, selling to family is kind of like your Mom telling you how handsome you are.  It’s nice, but you know they see you through a different lens than the rest of the world.  On the other hand, it doesn’t mean it’s not true.  And that is about how my internal narration went for the next few months.  “Maybe I COULD make a living selling the things I make”.  “Dork, you sold to your family”.  And around and around it went.  Then, my wife gave me the best gift ever.  She landed a great job and told me to give my own dream a whirl.  So here I am…giving it a whirl.

I'm a HUGE biology nerd.  I've always been drawn to nature, and bringing the outdoors inside has always made me happy.  Nearly all of the materials I use are things I've salvaged.  My favorite materials are what most people think of as trash:  dead trees, rotten logs, field stones, sawmill waste and and the piles of suburban trees that have been trimmed or cut down.  I love the patterns and textures in these materials:  the odd growth patterns, tracks insects have gouged out, knotholes, stains, and the strange sculpting that time has carved.  With very few exceptions, I don't harm live trees to make my things.

What I like best about the things I make is the way they evoke thoughts of the outdoors.  So, while it’s just something hanging on your wall or sitting on a table, when it tugs your thoughts to the woods, it’s kind of like having a window into the outdoors of your imagination…and that looks great anywhere.