The making of objects by hand is a large part of my personal history. Whether that is the product of DNA or early childhood experiences – or a bit of both – it is deeply connected to my family’s Ohio farm and its workshop full of tools. From my earliest recollection, this space has captured my imagination. It has been inhabited over the years by my great-grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and someday this space, as well as its treasure trove of hand tools, will become mine.
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