Working in wood is formidable. It is the “aliveness” of the wood that translates back to me. It has warmth and a certain life form that seems to live on. The wood guides me through each curve and depth. It tells me it’s name and before I am finished, it has let me touch it’s soul. It is a terrifying pleasure to work in wood. To impact my concepts of man upon a surface is to leave my fingerprint in time. From the mind to the hand to the form – it is personal because it is about the passion I can convey.