My great grandfather and an uncle started making brooms for a history show in the late 1970’s. I only learned the craft in 2013 and subsequently re-connected with the creative men by learning on the machines they helped to restore and build. Making brooms by hand is an ancient, unique, and endangered craft that’s a special part of my family heritage.
I am a compulsive re-purposer and up cycler. I make hand tied brooms to satisfy my cravings for building something creative and useful. There is much satisfaction when I use handles made from logs, branches, or an item that is either no longer wanted or otherwise useful. I embrace new opportunities and combinations of material in my journey of useful art. Dyes are another fun way to add variety and interest. In each hand tied broom I find personality, style, and sometimes a subtle sense of humor.
My favorite brooms tie their origins to the present. Ancient house brooms were bulky yet fragile tools created with scraps of whatever was available to keep a tidy home. Dried bird wings and tails were once the original whisks for the light messes. I enjoy making historically robust looking, yet very durable and beautiful brooms that honor the original forms without sacrificing durability.
Creating something that is both art and implement is my mission. I am thrilled with the reluctance, and the occasional look of horror, when I present someone with the opportunity of using a decoration to address one’s daily detritus.