I found an old 1970's leatherworker's book in a library in West Ampton, NJ. The first chapter unfolded a world of protest and rebellion, where an underground group of leatherworkers  joined together in basements and out of vans to trade tips, show of designs, and just experiment with the medium of leather. The end advice given from this chapter was that to truly work with leather, one must love the leather.
     So when I began my trade, I went and sought out other leatherworkers to see if the old sentiment was still around. Poking around, asking questions, and showing off, I have found that the comradery spoken of so long ago, and to keep it alive, I try to carry the spirit of the creativity forward, always experimenting, inventing, and creating,.

Who am I?
I often ask that question myself.

     I'm an eccentric artist, a world traveler, a wandering do-gooder, and a doctoral student. You probably know me as that little elven leatherworker seen around various New Jersey Faires..

     My leather career started as a child, where my father used to break out the old Tandy Leather kits he used to use for Boy Scouts. Later, while working at the Handicraft area of my favorite Boy scout I got to practice a hone a few basic skills, but leather fell to the wayside while I explored other interests: origami, comparative religion, psychology, nature, and the mysteries of the universe. After serving in the Peace Corps I entered the world of the New Jersey Rennie, and took up leather once again.