I still remember the smell of cedar dust and the absolute, soul-crushing silence of my workshop after I’d spent six hours meticulously cutting a joint, only to realize my measurements […]

I still remember the first time I tried Mokume-gane lamination; I was hunched over a tiny, flickering torch in a cramped garage, smelling nothing but burnt flux and pure frustration. […]

I still remember the first time I tried needle felting animals – I was hooked from the very start. There’s something therapeutic about poking and prodding wool into adorable shapes. […]