Like a houseful of independent sculptures our furniture says quite a lot about our personal nature and our lives. Whether you’re moved by sinuous contours or rigid angles, ornament or restraint, the things we surround ourselves with must on some level be a mirror of ourselves. I took up furniture making soon after leaving the Maine coast and settling for a time in the Blue Ridge. I didn’t miss the cold, no, but I did miss the careful joinery of boats. So, I turned my hands to a more stationary woodwork, and since then have produced pieces both on private commission and for display in craft galleries. Much of the work involves the use of reclaimed wood, those timeworn and nail ridden relics from our agrarian past. It is the rebirth of buildings which have outlived their use, but not their usefulness. It is the rebirth of our collective history.