In the beginning...
there was the garage... and it was good, but it was very small.
My workbench was made of wood, which is not exactly conducive to welding with a torch. I found a 30" x 30" piece of 1/4 inch steel, mounted it to my bench and I was off! If I moved the kids' bikes and the lawnmower into the driveway I had just enough room to be dangerous.
In 2002...
I met Jesse Stockwell, another part time sculptor, who also was experiencing growing pains. Actually his pains were more due to the fact that his shop was all the way out in Yellow Springs and had no heat. It's hard to be creative when you can't feel your feet. We rented a 1,200 sq. ft. loft space in the Front St. building and set about filling it with the impliments of destruction. I taught Jesse how and where to dumpster dive for the best scrap metal and he taught me the importance of safety equipment. (a lesson I took to heart after breaking 2 toes) I convinced my former brother-in-law, Doug Benedict, to come down to the shop occassionally to keep me company and he was bit by the sculpting bug. He has become a fine sculptor in his own right over the past few years.