Every time I’ve driven by this place, I’ve wanted to stop.
I’m glad I finally did.
To keep the musical creative juices flowing, it’s important to check out other artistic media. The farther away from one’s preferred medium of artistic expression, the better.
I drove past. Stopped. Made a U-turn on the country highway. Headed back to this place, not knowing if I’d get to talk with anybody. Drove in very slowly. Parked. Got out of my car very slowly. Approached the house empty-handed. And very slowly. (It would be a pity to accidentally freak someone out on their own property and get myself shot.)
Knocked on the door and stepped back off the porch.
A grizzly guy, older than me, came out while chatting on the phone. I waved to him and he smiled back. Things were looking good.
After initial introductions, I asked if I could take a few photos. He ended up giving me a 45-minute tour of his hundreds (literally!) of pieces of art displayed in multiple storage buildings and workshops on his property. I felt like a kid in a candy store.
He was my kind of guy. I recommend you give him a call and make an appointment to go see his work. It’s refreshing to see such fantastic attention to detail from such an unassuming person.
Dave, I’m wishing you the best!