My work, my face, my hands

Greetings,

I work with my hands. They are my tools. I make balconies and beautiful iron and steel structures. This is my life. This is my job, my work, my passion.

I work in an area of town filled with friends, voices and hammers. Do you remember the ancient dying art of blacksmithing? I come from a long line of blacksmiths. My working environment is filled with the daily music of hammers on metal. Listen carefully to the forging of metal.

Peace.