Every afternoon I’d drop by the workshop, where a 7-ft tall man of gentle eyes would carefully organize the pieces of some old machine that had broken down in the field. That man was my grandfather.

Patiently, over the years, he passed on his love and knowledge of metals to me. At the other end of the room was the forge, whispering all her secrets…

Today that Don Pedro is not here, I continue to work into each one of my pieces a number of different metals, emotions and values, evoking his words and that strong handshake with my life-long friend.

Thank you, Grandfather!
Guillermo Mendoza