little h woodworking was born in 1977 in a garage in Bethesda, Maryland. Returning from a trip to Community Hardware with my Dad, I had a brown paper bag of 8d nails in one hand and a bundle of scrap wood under my arm. The rest of the day was spent in the garage banging out tanks and airplanes.
There is still quite a bit of that seven year old boy in my approach to woodworking.
I think of my work as functional sculpture. Proportion and relative size are my measuring sticks. A Scandanavian version of Leo Fender is my muse. The pragmatic builder in me is not afraid to assemble with screws, the pure craftsman does not sully the natural color of the wood.
An annex serves as a collection point for updates on my work, along with internet ephemera that stikes my fancy.