I am a decorative ironworker by profession. Four years ago I moved to Tucson to realize my dream of opening my own fabrication shop and art collective.
I often feel deeply out of place in society. Even as a very young man, I would listen to my grandpa tell stories about the old days and feel a deep sense of loss, lamenting that I had been born two generations too late. I crave the kind of adventure which most would call reckless and idealistic. (Case in point; I joined the Foreign Legion and even that wasn't far out enough for me.) I dedicate myself to principals and ideals which most seem to aspire to but find too unrealistic or difficult to attain.