I’ve been playing guitar for close to 50 years. That love of the instrument is what led me, almost accidentally, to woodworking.
A couple of decades ago, my son and I took an acoustic guitar building course together. Sixteen weeks, starting from nothing — we went from owning a hammer and a screwdriver to holding a fully functional acoustic guitar we’d built with our own hands. That changed something for me.
From there I spent years deepening the craft — stripping older guitars down to bare wood, rebuilding them, hand-inlaying fretboards. Learning by doing, one project at a time.
Eventually I moved to the mountains of Colorado with my wife, into a house that could finally support a real woodshop. I called it the Lair. I got a CNC machine and started learning the art of carving and milling — and that’s when the boxes started. Then signs. Then whatever came next.
Most of what I make gets given away. Friends, family, people who will love it. That’s always been the point.
This site is my way of sharing the work more broadly — not just the finished pieces, but the stories behind them. Every box has a reason it looks the way it does, a person it was built for, or a moment that inspired it. That’s what I want people to see. Not just a finished box, but what went into it.
Every box starts here…