My Story

I was born in a forest in Europe. My whole family died one by one from the black death. I fear that I have sinned. I’ve worked my whole life to become a stonemason and I never once thought about my family. If I did not become a stonemason I would have let my family’s lives go to waste. They were the ones who got me out of the Devil’s cave. But in doing so they let the devil take hold of them. I chose this photo because it reminds me of  the first time I saw my father cutting wood. That’s what made me want to become a stonemason. When I was at the age of twelve we were building a house. If we messed up one thing the whole thing would collapse. The house was not grand but it sure was grand enough to make me want to build several more houses. I live for building houses. Where some might find taking long hours at the drawing board anoying I find it great.