About me

The Journey…

My story begins more than three decades ago, working in the family painting business. It was honest work—long days, early starts, meeting clients, preparing surfaces, finishing jobs with precision. Painting taught me discipline, attention to detail, and the importance of taking pride in your craft. But even then, there was another passion tugging at me.

Whenever I wasn’t on a job site, I was in the shed. I loved making things—restoring old furniture, shaping timber, bringing life back into pieces that had been forgotten or tossed aside. There was something deeply satisfying about transforming raw materials into something useful, something beautiful. I didn’t realise it at the time, but this was the early foundation for everything that would come later.

As the years went on, I expanded into building and renovation work. Carpentry, small construction jobs, home improvements—anything that allowed me to create with my hands. With every project, I pushed myself to learn more, to work harder, and to deliver the best possible result for the people who trusted me with their homes. That sense of service and craftsmanship became a core part of who I was.

But life has a way of changing direction without asking your permission.

In 2015, on a completely ordinary morning, everything changed. I was driving to work, sitting in traffic on the highway, when a texting driver crashed into the back of my vehicle at speed. In an instant, my world was flipped upside down.

The impact left me with severe spinal injuries—six damaged discs, nerve complications, and a gradual loss of feeling in my arms and legs. I went from being strong, capable, and hands-on, to someone who struggled with even simple movements. It wasn’t just physically painful; it was emotionally devastating.

Work, which had always been a source of purpose and identity, was suddenly taken away from me.

Over the next several years, I found myself in and out of specialists’ rooms, relying on medications, dealing with uncertainty, and trying to navigate a new reality. Five long years after the accident, I received my first surgery. Then, two years later, I underwent another series of surgeries—three more procedures—to stabilise my spine and give me a chance at moving forward.

Rehabilitation became my new “job.” Day after day, I worked through pain, setbacks, small victories, and the exhausting process of relearning what my body could do. It wasn’t easy—physically or mentally. But I didn’t give up.

At the end of 2020, when my rehab team finally asked me, “What do you want to do with your life now?” I felt something shift. I knew I needed something to anchor me, something to help rebuild my mental health and give me purpose again. And instantly, only one word came to mind:

Woodwork.

It wasn’t just a hobby—it was a lifeline. Working with timber gave me peace, focus, and creative freedom. It reminded me that I could still make something with my hands, even if the journey looked different now. So I started small. A few tools, a little reclaimed timber, a simple project here and there.

Those early pieces weren’t just wood—they were medicine.

And slowly, that hobby grew. My workshop expanded. My confidence returned. People started noticing my work and asking for custom pieces. I learned new techniques, experimented with different timbers, and allowed my artistic side—something I didn’t always show—to come alive. What began as therapy has turned into something truly meaningful.

Today, I’m proud to say that I’ve transformed old, weathered, recycled hardwoods into pieces that become cherished parts of people’s homes. Every board, bowl, or piece of furniture has a story—just like I do. And knowing that something I created can bring someone joy makes every struggle and every step of the journey worthwhile.

Where am I now? I’m still learning. Still healing. Still growing. And still creating.

This path wasn’t the one I planned, but it’s the one that has brought me back to life. So I invite you to walk with me as this journey continues. Let’s see where this new chapter leads—one piece of timber, one creation, and one step at a time.