My name’s Harold, and this little workshop has been my whole world for as long as I can remember. My father taught me how to work with metal when I was just a boy, and I’ve been perfecting the craft ever since.

But keeping a small shop running isn’t easy. Tools break, materials get expensive, and there’s always another order waiting. Some days, it feels like I’m racing against the clock just to keep doing what I love.

I don’t ever want to stop creating these pieces — each one made to carry someone’s story. That’s why I’m here, sharing mine with you.