My grandfather's workshop was a playground where my cousin and I would hammer away at the cores of rubber molds, stack and glue glass tiles to roughly sanded scrap wood between taking turns tiptoeing up to the white line that we weren't allowed to cross where lumps of pewter was being reformed into figurines, napkin holders and a seemingly endless parade of trinkets. It wasn't until after that workshop lay dormant that my own began to form, paper, beads and thread soon joined with wire, glass and metal, the thundering of the antique spin caster replaced with the grind of the dremel and the electronic melody of a 3d printer, sketched patterns, digital models and graph paper replacing the tower of rubber molds.
The base materials had changed, but the heart was the same; giving form to the blank canvas that a scrap of metal, pile of beads, empty setting, spool of wire or plastic filament offered. I never had the chance to learn from my grandfather, but in the spark of inspiration, the twinkle of an idea, the diligence of design, the frustration of pulling it all together and the triumph of creation, I follow in his footsteps, striving and creating, bringing form to the inert, and art to entropy.
When people ask what I make, the answer is always a bit difficult. "A little bit of everything," tends to be my answer. The mess of materials across multiple workbenches, the long storage area full of paint, filament, wood and power tools, the mechanics chest of tools that never stays closed, the kluged "in progress" racks and far more polished displays still smelling faintly of sawdust all paint a picture that can't be simply summed up in a 2 minute conversation. Current projects can range from restoring furniture, building shelving, weaving beads, painting and shaping metal, designing 3D models or even simply coming up with creative ways to keep all the materials I work with contained and organized.
Currently in use: Two Prusa minis, with a Flashforge Finder on backup.