Actually, for me it is difficult to write a bio because I want it to be jazzy and well written and full of good stuff, but the problem is, I’m just not that kind a guy. So here it is, Me.
In a life long search, one day about eleven years ago I picked up a welding torch for the first time, and at that moment I found what I was looking for. I finally found what it was that I wanted to be when I grew up. I am for the most part a self taught welder/fabricator, and blacksmith. I did not get into the artistic aspect of the craft until about five years ago, when I began to learn blacksmithing. I am not totally anchored down in blacksmithing as a means to design, but the better I get at it the more I use it. It creates an almost infinite number of possibilities as to what I can do with iron.
After I had been smithing for about two tears, my father, in noticing my commitment to the craft commented by saying, "It’s to bad you did not know your grandfather, he could have taught you so much. You no doubt did not know your grandfather was a blacksmith for the Soo Line Railroad." >From what I’m told he was quite ashamed, for whatever reason, of his job and did not let many people know about it.
Well all I can say Grampa, wherever you are, is that it must be in the genes, and it is with great pride that once again the anvil rings, the iron sings, and the music you can see and touch, and it is good!
Sincerely,
David L. Mariette