I was only six months old when I first sat upon a horse and my father’s passion for these majestic, graceful animals overwhelmed me. Seven years later, I became a dedicated horse rider. The love for horses influenced my entire life, including my biggest passion – handmade leather goods.
At about the same age I discovered where my father had kept his tools for fixing his riding equipment. This treasure chest was my first encounter with the magic of creation, so the next several years of my life I worked my fingers to the bone. I explored and discovered. I learned and tried. I failed, but I succeeded.
The first things I made from scratch were two leather bags. I used them for practicing my skills but I remodeled them so many times that in the end I had to throw them away. It was a bittersweet experience: I did make something good, but it was far away from meeting my criteria. Knowing that these principles shouldn’t change, I continued to improve my skills.