Gone are the days in town when I would stop my work to blow the sawdust off my Carhartt’s, then walk from my studio to the gas station to buy a six pack of beer, walk with the beer to Livingston Meats to coerce the big-armed butcher into helping me lift or turn a sculpture. I hated to bug him but that was simplest. Sometimes I would time moving heavy stuff with lunch and invite one of my strong fellow friends to the studio to eat and lift. But what does a gal who lives at the end of the road near the top of a mountain in Montana do when she has to lift BIG stuff?! Paul thought of everything. He integrated an ingenious sweet smooth strong hoist system and steel I Beams into my new studio. I can lift ANYTHING. All I need are straps and the touch of a a bright cheery yellow button. Check out this 2400 pound hunk of mesquite just waiting for me to sink my teeth into!!!