In The beginning
Many moons ago, when the earth was first born, I was a young theatre designer. I spent many years deep in the depths of my shop creating entire worlds and thrusting them into the light to lie panting on the stage. With blades spinning and motors roaring I forged wood and steel, blood and sweat, into creations of incredible cunning and beauty.
One day a fair maiden entered my domain. She was of such beauty and loveliness that I was distracted from my work and in a moment, she captured my heart. Her beauty filled my mind and I left my shop and my tools and my wanderings on the earth to pursue her.
I captured my love and as I journeyed with her, I aquired new and strange things. Whereas before I only had my tools as my own, I began to aquire what she called responsibilities. I started to work in an office with strange demons called computers. Small people began to roam my house, demanding to be fed and cared for. My heart began to ache for my tools and my shop.
My love saw that my heart ached. With tender words and loving voice, she bid me to build a shop, where once again I would create works of cunning and beauty.
I began to dream. I had visions of a quiet place, (for the small people created more noise then all of my tools of old) where I would commune with my tools, where I could slowly create objects pleasing to my heart.
My journey begins
I first aquired tools from a master craftsman, my grand father, who used tools who knew not of motors. They worked by the effort of the craftsman. I was amazed as I pushed a plane across wood. I saw that it was good. I vowed I would learn the secrets of these new tools.
-- Geoff Webb, Spokane WA