About

 Although the journey began many years ago, THE WOOKSHOP CARPENTRY STUDIO inc. was officially incorporated on May 18, 2011, 11:18 a.m. pacific time. My name is Andrew Stoker, my nickname, since that one fateful day when I was 15 is the Wookee. I fought it for years and even tried giving myself other nicknames but eventually gave in. Hence the name WOOKSHOP.

I’m originally from Montreal and have been in Vancouver since 1999. I’ve been building things since I was old enough to be allowed in my dad’s basement workshop where he taught me the basics. Though I consider myself self taught and have acquired many skills throughout the years, I did have to start somewhere.

 

My earliest influences where my dad, Wiles E. Coyote and Norm Abram and the New Yankee Workshop.

 

My earliest influences where my dad, Wiles E. Coyote and Norm Abram and the New Yankee Workshop. Not necessarily in that order but more of a combination of all three. I would watch cartoons as my dad would be building something in his shop making all kinds of indiscernible sounds. In those cartoons the coyote was always trying to catch that dam road runner. He would design a plan for a trap or contraption. He would then go off screen and you would hear all kinds of construction and buildings noises. Eventually he would come back on screen revealing his newly made device or trap to catch the road runner. We all know what happens, but I always cheered for the coyote. In some way, even before I understood what those noises were, I could relate to them, as I could hear them coming from my dad’s workshop. The table saw, the sanders, the drilling, the hammering, the sounds of something being built. A couple of years later I discovered Norm Abram and The New Yankee Workshop on P.B.S. It was the first time I made the visual connection between the sounds I could hear from my dad’s shop and the real woodworking tools being used on wood to build furniture, not to catch the road runner.

 

Growing up, my dad was always building or fixing something around the house while my mother was busy in her sewing room or working in the garden. Both of them were, and still are very good at what they do. In retrospect, it was like having my own live gardening, home improvement and renovation show. From quilts and roses, railway ties and brick walls to full renovations and hand crafted fine furniture, my parents opened my eyes to how things were made by hand.

 
 
 
 
 

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