Like most wood turners, I had a wood shop class in high school. My only remembrance of the class was what a hand saw looked like, but the aroma of cut wood has stayed with me ever since. After 27 years in the Air Force, I returned to Prescott and while attending an open house I saw some wood turned pieces displayed by a PAW member. I thought that would be a great hobby and took a wood turning class at Yavapai College. I was hooked.

While I prefer turning bowls, I try to use the art of wood turning in making utilitarian pieces. It is always amazing to see what beauty a piece of wood conceals inside. No two pieces are ever the same, even if they come from the same source.