Tremblay Wood Art
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Osprey, Florida

Then came college.  While staring at a ceramic coat of arms one night, I decided to make one for my fraternity as a gift.  Using limited tools and my parent’s garage, I turned out a character infused replica.  It was enough to gain the attention of national headquarters, who contacted me shortly after to produce 5 more for distribution as awards to various chapters. 

It all started in high school shop class…1995.  Well before that there was a two story tree fort and makeshift wooden slingshot.  But my passion for woodworking began in that boisterous space between those hallowed halls and the parking lot at old Winter Haven High School.  The teacher was Mr. Curling.  He could barely hear from the lifelong drum of machines and communicated most clearly by the way he looked at your work. 

Then came the real world…construction management.  I became a jack of all trades and managed the construction of some of the most iconic and complex projects in Sarasota for clients such as Ringling Museum and Ringling College of Art and Design.

Then came the house.  Through bartering, blood, sweat, tears, and two hands, I framed my own back porch, and shed, and renovated nearly every square inch of the 1957 abode.

"There is some of the same fitness in a man’s building his own house that there is in a bird’s building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?"  - Henry David Thoreau. 

Then came woodworking (again).  I visited every box store in the region and could not even come close to finding a piece that evoked respect.  At last the scrap lumber given by a friend years ago realized its purpose in making my own custom table.  


Then came the dream...