“I had a dream”. That’s sometimes how stories start. This is ( a part of) my story. I was seven. My father took me to a woodworking shop in our hometown, which was then producing a staircase for our home. I was fascinated. I still remember the smell of freshly planed oak and hot glue.
Fast forward fifty years later. After a professional career using most of the few brains I had, I wanted to find out if I could do something more. Something with my hands. The lightness of a beginner. And, non, je ne regrette rien. The past years have been a fascinating trip between ideas, creativity, puzzling, precision, stupid errors, fascination, discovery, dust and satisfaction. Let me share a few of the results with you.
If you want to have a look at some things I made in the past years, click on My Stuff.
You may be more interested about how I did it, then come to My Workshop.
Or, you may also be curious about Things I like.
Finally, you’re very welcome to leave a comment : it’s Your Turn