At the age of 11, I got my first fly tying vice to hold the hook for me, and a book with simple instruction. My fascination of making fishing flies has grown ever since, and I become most interested in the classic salmon flies. Their beauty and gaudiness attracted me from the very start, when I saw photos of them in the magazines and books from the library. ​

For me, tying is like meditation. Fly tying equals zen. It is a strive for perfection, even though it can be hard to tell what is perfect. Yet there are no such as absolute perfection. We can always improve and achieve new heights. Fly tying is just another way of expressing life style. 

There is no such thing as perfect in this world. That may sound cliche. But it's the truth. The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it. But what's the point of achieving perfection? There's none. Nothing. Not a single thing. If something is perfect, then there's nothing left. There's no room for imagination. No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities. For craftsman such as ourselves, perfection only brings despair. It is our goal to create things more wonderful than anything before them, but never to achieve perfection. A craftsman must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antinomy.