As a child, I spent countless hours in my father’s woodworking shop. We crafted doors, windows, and furniture together, and I quickly developed the skills to handle chisels, planes, and dovetail joints with ease. It was a time of learning through doing – feeling the texture of the wood, understanding its behaviour, and appreciating the rhythm of creation.
Later, when I left home to study, woodworking gradually faded into the background. But the feel, the scent, and the presence of wood never truly left me. Years passed, and I eventually found myself drawn back to the craft. I set up a modest workshop in my garage, a quiet space that allows me to step away from my primary profession as an information technology specialist, away from computers, formulas and software…
