


Hello.
The Hands that Built Me
I didn’t set out to become a woodworker.
As a kid, I spent hours watching my grandfather at work. He was a welder, and I’d sit nearby, taking it all in - the sparks, the precision, the rhythm of his hands, and the focus he brought to everything he made. That early exposure planted something in me I couldn’t name at the time.
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My mother saw it before I did. She enrolled me in art classes whenever she could, gently encouraging me to explore my creativity through my hands. When she passed in 2009, her belief in me became a guide I carry with me every day in my work.
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Today, woodworking is more than a skill, it’s a way of staying connected to where I come from. Every piece I design honors the legacy of those who shaped me: my grandfather’s steady craftsmanship, my mother’s encouragement, and my own dedication to building things that last.
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If you’re looking for a piece that’s made with intention, built to endure, and grounded in story, I invite you to explore my work. And if you have something custom in mind, I’d love to help bring it to life.
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