Capture My path to becoming a fine woodworker started before I even knew I was one. I remember always enjoying the smell of sawdust whenever my dad was cutting wood while fixing up one of his rental apartments. I did not know that my dad was also a woodworker until after he passed on, but I have great respect for him being self-taught, and for passing his greatness on to me. It was years later when the spark in me finally began to ignite. I enrolled in a weeklong furniture course at a school named Yestermorrow in Vermont. Soon after, I went out to Fort Bragg, California, where I attended a three-week intensive woodworking course at the College of the Redwoods   fine woodworking school. There, I met the teachers that would eventually become my mentors. I had tapped deep into my life’s passion. I was hungry for more and knew that    I needed to pursue it. When I came home I began applying to woodworking schools and eventually got accepted to the The North Bennet Street School in Boston, MA, a school rich in craftsman tradition and located near my home. Being accepted to the North Bennett Street School was a huge honor and I was proud and excited    to attend. A couple of days later, as fate would have it, I received another acceptance letter, this one from the College of the Redwoods. This was a huge honor, as they only accepted 18 students from a pool of hundreds of applicants.
The logical decision, both geographically and financially, was to go to the North Bennet Street School and stay close to home. Sometimes though, logic and practicality get beat out by fate. There was something about the way the Northern California school approached the wood—organically—and gave an expansive freedom to create beautiful furniture. I graduated from CR in 2002. When I got settled back at home in Lincoln, MA, I built my shop and started making furniture. My shop is my place of worship; when the world becomes too stressful and chaotic I retreat there to lick my battle wounds and get grounded again. Rubbing a smooth piece of Mahogany with my bare hands or running a freshly sharpened plane blade over a piece of maple—they connect me with my source. When I am deeply enmeshed in a wood project, I lose a sense of time and become so aligned with my deeper self that I am 100% present and content, happy.
When I look back at my life, I can clearly see all of the pieces that fell into place perfectly that have helped make me the craftsman I am today. I have learned in this journey that I didn’t choose to be a fine woodworker; it chose me. The more I embrace that this is my passion and my mission, the easier it becomes to align with my true self.
I am forever grateful for all of the wonderful people, teachers and circumstances that have helped illuminate my path as a craftsman and the resources that have made my life so rich and joyful. I live in a bright cedar house with my loving, supportive wife, Jodi, and my two beautiful, inspirational girls, Sage (7) and Isa (18 months). Most of all, I am thankful to my higher power for giving me this wonderful life, and for all the lessons that continue to help me learn and grow.
— Evan Karmel Gorman