I started this adventure in woodworking because of my Dad. As a kid I remember him coming home from work, smelling of paint, thinner, taping mud, sawdust and sweat. Pop was a master painter and a wizard at mixing stain. I didn’t know this at the time, but as I look back on all that he did I am amazed at his work. His staining technique was flawless, never a drip or run to be found and the color was always even. He passed in August of 1999. I bought my first home in Dec. of 2003. The house is your typical starter home, very bland and cookie cutter. I set about doing the only thing I could afford…painting the walls. I decided to do geometric design in one of the rooms, so I gathered my paint, brushes, tape, and straight edge. It was near summer and saving as much as I could I had the A.C. off and all the windows thrown wide open. After about 2 hours I decided to take a break. Sitting down on the canvas tarp I was using to cover the floor I noticed a strange but familiar odor. After a few moments I realized that I was smelling my Dad, the way he did when he would come home from work. I smiled and looked up saying, “Hiya Pop. Glad you could drop by. Any suggestions?” Since then I’ve developed a fascination with wood, one that I think Pop had but just never had the time to do anything with it. Mom gave me some of his tools, and as soon as I find our digital camera I’ll post them. One is a planner, I think. Mom has more of his tools, all of which are hand tools, and as soon as I get the chance to go back home I’m loading up the car and bringing them back and putting them to good use. I think Pop would get a kick out of it.
-- "Creativity is...seeing something that doesn't exist already. You need to find out how you can bring it into being and that way be a playmate with God."