My grandfather was a craftsman, and I learned from watching him — the patience, the pride, the quiet joy of making something real. He worked at his own pace, with care and dedication. Always grateful. Always humble.

That’s the craftsman’s way.
I may use different tools today, but the spirit is the same. We sit down and do the job.

I love it when a client walks through the door and says:
“I need something. This is the budget. Can you help me?”
Hell yes.

My mind starts shifting immediately — thinking, sketching, imagining what’s possible.
Ideas drift in, and before I know it, the project begins to take shape. In the meantime we talk money, of course — but always openly, with respect. Usually over a coffee. We figure it out, like we always do.

Because the energy that comes with a hell yes is powerful — contagious, even. It spreads all the way through to the final piece.

The process is never easy, but it’s honest.
And it’s always worth it.

Forget the mess of paperwork — that kills the mood.
That’s not how true work gets done.

Do it the craftsman’s way.
Do it with heart.
Do the hell yes.

Because if it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no.