Growing up in Brooklyn, I remember no particular attraction to woodworking. It snuck up on me throughout the years, morphing from economic necessity at the beginning, to the passion it is today.
My wife and I moved to Madison, Wisconsin after finishing school, up to our necks in student loans. Without money for furniture, we could live only on the bare necessities – or I could try building things myself.
The design and building process was relaxing and therapeutic. A wall unit and a coffee table were my first pieces, using simple tools in a limited workspace: My “table saw” and “shop” were a Skilsaw and sawhorses on plastic sheeting in the living room of one apartment, then the spare bedroom of another. Books and magazines were my early teachers followed by videos and the internet.
I never stopped building furniture.
Fast forward 30 years. After retiring, I was able to focus much more on my woodworking. The real jump forward came when I spent a winter at a professional school, the Center for Furniture Craftsmanship in Maine.
Professional woodworking classes changed the game.
I returned home with considerably improved design skills and techniques – good joinery now means traditional mortises and tenons, and dovetails instead of biscuits – I try to craft pieces as heirlooms, designed and built to outlive the furniture’s owner.
From concept to conclusion, each piece is personally handcrafted from the finest hardwoods. Each piece is highly functional and artistic – something the owners can pass to future generations.