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I don’t know who you are, but what I make, I make it for the people who can see me and understand me. My appreciation in life goes towards what I feel to be real, what’s in front of me and literal. Like the intricate growth of bark on trees and the lazy plague of moss shrouding a wall. I’ve been thinking about it this way as an attempt to describe who I am. I’m not sure if this is a struggle to maintain what some people would call authenticity or the heart of what I craft for.. Art through the grain of wood or the carving of a block means so much to me, I feel truly myself when I’m in those moments of creation alongside deconstruction. I see the people working before me, craftsmen and women, and their years of experimentation and desire. Wandering what difference can I make?

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