One of my first memories of turning wood dates back to 1977. I knew little about turning, but as shavings from a fresh-cut cherry branch peeled off the wood and flew across the shop I felt I had discovered something truly special. Now, over thirty-five years later, I still do as much turning as I can. There is something inherently satisfying in making an item of lasting beauty or utility out of a discarded log or piece of wood from a neighbor’s fallen tree or firewood pile.
Over the years I have tried to develop some level of versatility in turning and have experimented with a wide range of turned projects and techniques including bowls, vases, boxes, hollow vessels, surface decoration, and production work. I have found countless hours of satisfaction quietly working in my studio. I still lose track of time as hours easily go by unnoticed.