I work with wood, the bones of trees. Usually, I scavenge the wood because I don't like to make a hobby of supporting enterprises that kill trees and dismember them. Our warming world needs living trees - lots of them to offset the damage we are doing by using the fossil remains of their ancestors as fuel. Some of the wood that I use comes from trees that were sacrificed to the god of urban sprawl to make room for houses in my subdivision. Much of it comes from storm damage. ​I like to think I'm doing a tiny part to save trees from mass graves in  landfills. In any event, parts of broken tree carcases are free. So there is that too. 

Often my designs are determined by how wood expressed itself in a tree trunk, limb or root.  Sometimes it is highly opinionated. Other times not so much. Sometimes it does me good to listen to what the tree is trying to say. Sometimes I shouldn't pay attention. In any event, the tree contributed far more time and energy in making these things than I did. It deserves credit for the result.  

Occasionally people ask whether my stuff is for sale. It is not, at least not yet. I don't need the money. Even if I did, I couldn't fetch a price for things that could compensate me for the hours, days, weeks or months I spent making them. Besides, if I like something that I spent weeks or months making, I don't want to part with it. I recognize that this is like hoarding and I am running out of room. So someday I'll probably have to reconsider. 

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