This is still a work in progress.


My grandmother's father was a sculptor in Czechoslovakia in the late 19th Century. He fell in love with an opera singer in Vienna, and they both moved to Chicago where he worked decorating buildings.

Most of these tools were his. And now they are mine.

They're heavy.  All steel and wood, and I assume they are almost entirely hand made. There is a feeling of permanence about them - these were built for a lifetime of use. 


And they bear the marks of that lifetime of use. There will be more to come. Many more.