Tactophilia

I was born in Portland Oregon and raised in nearby Dundee in the 80's. My pop put me to work early — shadowing him on all his projects. He was a chiropractor, and an all around mechanic of things – an all around problem solver. He had no reservations about teaching me to improvise my moves, identify logic, and make it work when nothing worked. I take that improvisation with me to work every day. It generates the creativity that makes work less like work and more like a state of wonder. 

Tactophilia - it's nothing really. It suggests an ism. A belief system that validates my ideology. I use my hands, my most valued tools. I use my hand tools. They make the process authentic. That keeps me honest. It keeps me trying. I believe in a seemingly antiquated modality where the conduit between the maker and the piece requiring full attention is blurred over bonding and an overall proprioceptive involvement. That sort of isolation drugs my attention span and alters the connectivity to my surroundings. It's like haptic compulsion. It happens with real consequences. With me it involves being involved. I believe in that involvement.

I build every day, most of the day, with any material. I'm currently slowly building my first boat -- because I want a boat -- slowly because it's built from scraps and who has heaps of teak and mahogany scraps coming in in 2015?  I'm enjoying watching my new offspring grow and learn -- and I'm enjoying making her toys. I'm dreaming big with my lovely wife and generally making a dusty mess out of her previously fine wardrobe. Keeping it all afloat. And it's all ok.

One of many build and think sessions while converting improvising a garage into a dwelling. Summer 2013 

One of many build and think sessions while converting improvising a garage into a dwelling. Summer 2013 

...and then at about 90%. circa late fall 2013 at about 100% burnout.

...and then at about 90%. circa late fall 2013 at about 100% burnout.