A place full of meaning

When I first set up my fledgling metals studio, I approached it as a workshop... all function and no form. But in time, I realized metalsmithing had become such a significant aspect of my life that I set about transforming my studio into a place filled with meaningful objects, storied furnishings, well-loved tools, trinkets from long dead ancestors, and precious family ephemera. A Victorian era jeweler’s bench anchors the space with a palpable presence. On the walls, sparrows wings float, naturalist dioramas preserve silken cocoons and still moths, windy snapshots of my parents in their youth, folded notes found in old books, taped-together poems. And of course, by my side, my dad’s burned and beat up workbench — the piece that started it all.