
The fiery glow of molten steel arouses me, and the rhythmic crackling of the welding torch fuels my passion. My rough, calloused hands move with precision, shaping the metal into something greater than the sum of its parts. Each scar and rough patch is a testament to my craft, earned through years of dedication to my art. To me, welding isn’t just a job; it’s an expression of my soul, a manifestation of my inner fire.