the making

the process

I came to guitar building the long way round. Thirty-five years as a working musician, a degree in jazz performance, and more than fifteen years repairing fretted instruments — guitars, mandolins, banjos, ukuleles — gave me a deep and particular relationship with these objects long before I started making them. I know how they feel in the hands, how they respond to touch, and what it means to rely on one night after night. That knowledge is in every instrument I build.

A man with curly dark hair wearing a blue jacket and black shirt playing an acoustic guitar while sitting on a dark-colored sofa decorated with colorful pillows in a dimly lit room.

I build my own designs — the Dáda and the — both inspired by small-bodied guitars of the early twentieth century. The choice of smaller instruments is partly historical, partly personal. I'm drawn to their character and their intimacy, and I build guitars I would want to play myself.

An acoustic guitar, placed against a white brick wall, with shadows cast on a black surface.
An acoustic guitar, placed against a white brick wall, with shadows cast on a black surface.

Wood selection is where the process begins in earnest, and it's something I do together with the player. We visit specialist tonewood suppliers and choose the timber as a pair — feeling the grain, reading the figure, imagining the sound. It's an important moment. The wood is the instrument before it's an instrument.

Man wearing a brown knit beanie and black jacket holding a guitar soundboard in a store with shelves of wood samples in the background.

Back in the workshop — a dedicated space in Chesham I've had since September 2025 — the work takes shape slowly and deliberately. I work two to three full days a week, starting early, breaking for breakfast and lunch with my family, and finishing in the afternoon. The pace is intentional. I work mostly with hand tools: hand planes, chisels, scrapers. It's quiet work. It demands focus, and that focus is part of what goes into the instrument. I use power tools occasionally, where they make sense.

A partially assembled acoustic guitar body, placed on a wooden workbench.
An acoustic guitar back sitting on a workbench with a hand plane on top of it.

I finish in oil. It protects without sealing, and lets the instrument breathe and age the way wood should.

An instrument is finished when it feels right — when it plays comfortably, resonates freely, and asks nothing of the player that the player shouldn't have to give.

An acoustic guitar resting against a large detailed blueprint or technical drawing of a woodworking project on a wall.

Always in the making