Metalwork speaks to me because it is undeniably real—tangible, unyielding, and shaped by heat and force. There’s no illusion, no interpretation—just raw material transformed through skill and effort.

When I hold a knife I’ve forged, I see the imprint of human hands, the weight of hard-earned knowledge, and the beauty of precision.
It gives me a sense of peace, a reminder that true value lies in mastery and perseverance.

These knives are an extension of my body and mind—physical proof of creation and intent. In this human experience, only two things feel truly real to me: love and care, and the immutable laws of the physical world. Everything else is just noise.