I was a mechanic and that was that. I certainly never considered becoming an artist. But a back injury in my early 30s led to multiple surgeries over the next 10 years. I found himself unable to work on cars and unable to provide for myself and my wife. I forgot all my goals, took to bed depressed, and tried to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my years. One day, as I was cleaning my tools, empty and lost in existential uncertainty, I suddenly began to see something in the junked car parts in my garage. They called to me. I had an artistic inspiration. I began to make lamps out of them. The lamps, in return, began to make me.