Charles J Jaffe.
Growing up in the 50's, I had noticed a small wooden box my dad brought back from World War II. He had liberated a man
from a concentration camp . The man was a marquetry master. To demonstrate his gratitude, he built my father a box with
my mother's picture on it, done from a photograph my father had given him. I was in awe of that box.
In 1990, I moved to Rochester, New York and opened up a piano shop. (I am a piano technician.) I met a man in the basement
who repaired old furniture. I acquired a goodly stack of veneer from this man, and set about figuring how to cut it and make
pictures. Through a lot of trial and error and what I learned from books, I have worked it out, and it has been a fine outlet.