I view this place as my creative outlet. I do woodworking here. I tinker with my telescopes, and I bring my computer in on mornings like this one, when the sun is coming in. The wall on the left is purposely T1-11 so that I can amplify the orange glow.
For many years, I moved my workshop from my garage to my basement and back. When I moved into my house, I knew that the third bay of my garage would one day be converted into a 20’x10’ climate-controlled space. A year ago, I built it out.
I feel fortunate that I’ve been able to create a place like this for me. My dad always had a small corner of his garage, and when I was growing up, I thought he could build or fix anything from that little corner. I’ve always tinkered at a small desk, and when I got into woodworking, I never felt like I had a home for it. Woodworking is something that moves slowly for me. I like hand-tool woodworking, and sometimes projects take weeks, months, or a year. I don’t rush it, but having a dedicated place I can go to allows me to drop into the work without worrying about moving my other work out of the way or finding ways to keep dust from entering the other places of my life that would be better off clean.
It’s my place to think, work, and build.