Martin Dingman Anthony Belt
Some have assumed that Martin Dingman is not a real person, that his name is nothing more than four syllables pasted together to sell a product. On most days we find Martin winding along a black, asphalt ribbon to his studio in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains. And we wonder ... Doesn't a man who spends his day creating magnificent leather goods belong in New York, Paris, or even Milan? Possibly. But a man has to go where his story takes him, and Martin's story has always carried him home to his wife, to his children and to his friends.
