It occurs to me, that a home is not made from the walls but what lies between them. I have lived in many dwellings, and the things that remain are the bones of my family. My Grandmother's bed, her jewelry box, the rock my brother sister and I keep from the Gallagher homestead. These things don't just occupy space, they possess the memories of generations of family members. They are talismans of my roots.
Reverence for craft and workmanship urges me to create pieces that endure time and grow richer as they show signs of age. I bring new life to a tree, transforming the lumber it provides into an object you will interact with everyday. You are encouraged to experience these objects with all your senses; don’t just admire them from a distance, touch them and allow the oils from your hands become a part of the piece as it becomes a part of your home. Let me create your objects, you'll impart your memory.