I became The Iron Rose the day my father passed away. This was my inheritance. He taught me how to think in three dimensions, to create an idea, draw it and make the idea become a reality. He taught me the ways of the hammer and steel. He created the Iron Rose and passed this heritage on to me.
I spent many afternoons in our family garage watching him and helping him put together his wrought iron projects. He was a machine designer, and he used those skills to design and build his creations.
I cannot compete with his skill and sense of beauty, and yet he trusted me to carry on with what he taught me. This is who I am, and this is what I do.
The idea comes first, then comes the plan. This is a drawing I made. I doodle sometimes during Pastor Jim’s sermons, it keeps me from dozing off. The end results is the drawing and the candle holder you see below.
From this:
To this:
