I have always possessed an unquiet mind. Constantly thinking, imagining, analyzing, hypothesizing, wondering about things that surround me. For as long as I can remember, I have held an extreme reverence and respect for all things quality, especially so with those which are made by hand. My younger self thought, that a Blacksmith was the pinnacle of this honor, and to this day, I still believe so.

Growing up in Southern California in a suburban house with my full family, there wasn’t very many opportunities (or proper space) for me to embark on my desire to create, at no fault of anyone, it was just the reality of my situation. At every opportunity, I took the chance to create something, anything, even if it was as small as modifying a guitar part, repairing a cassette deck, or whittling some Basswood, ANYTHING I could do with my hands, I was in.

Unlike most who have started this craft recently, I didn’t find myself inspired by Blade/Weapon-smithing at a young age, I had always wanted to create tools, everyday items that bring value outside of how effectively they can turn one thing into two. I wanted to make things that people had in their homes or shops that brought them real tangible daily value. I admit, I’m probably not there yet, but I will be.

Since then, I have moved to a new state, assembled my own forge, and have hoarded tools for over a decade in preparation for this, finally, my ability to fly free and put my hands to work.

Thanks for the support.