About Us

PART 1: THE BEGINNING

Before I knew what a business plan was, I knew how to pour concrete.

Growing up in Tel Aviv, Israel, my father was a skilled, precise, and completely dedicated construction man. Every summer, instead of playing, I was at his side on job sites, learning what it meant to build something with your hands that would stand for decades. I didn’t think of it as training. It was just life. But looking back, those years laid it all out.

PART 2: MILITARY SERVICE

When I turned 18, I served three years in the Israeli military — manning border checkpoints, responsible for the safety and order of everything that passed through. The military doesn’t teach you shortcuts. It teaches you that the right way and the easy way are almost never the same thing, and that when you’re responsible for something, you’re responsible. That lesson never left me.

PART 3: THE DEGREE

After the military, I went back to school. At 23, I enrolled at Shenkar College in Israel to study civil engineering and construction management. I graduated at 26 with a degree that formalized everything I had spent my childhood learning on job sites with my father, structural thinking, material science, project planning, the mathematics behind why buildings stand and why, when they’re done wrong, they don’t.

Many contractors build from experience. I build from experience and from an engineering foundation. That combination is rare, and it’s why I catch things others miss.

PART 4: THE MOVE TO AMERICA

The same year I graduated, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life: I moved to America.

I didn’t speak English fluently. I didn’t have a local network. I had a degree, a decade of hands-on experience, and enough courage to figure the rest out. I landed in Los Angeles, found work in construction, and spent two years learning not just new techniques and building codes, but a new culture, a new language, a new way of earning trust from scratch.

Most people would have gone home. I doubled down.

PART 5: WASHINGTON AND THE COMPANY

I eventually moved to Washington and co-founded a construction company. A year later, after proving what I was capable of, I made another leap. I sold my shares and built something entirely my own.

Before I chose the name, I called my mom.

She’s an orthodox Jewish woman, deeply rooted in faith and tradition. She believed, as she always has, that names carry meaning, that the words we attach to things shape what they become. So she opened the Zohar.

The Zohar is the foundational text of Kabbalah, the most mystical branch of Jewish wisdom. It describes creation, fire, and the universe’s hidden architecture. My mom was reading a passage about the nature of divine fire, white fire written on black fire, describing how the letters of the Torah were not simply written but alive, rising and floating upward through the air, erupting into the sky like pillars of light.

She read it to me. And the word came.

Volcano.

Not because it was written anywhere. Because what she described was something ancient and powerful, building from deep within and then rising, unstoppable, into the sky, that was the feeling I had about what I was about to build. Seattle sits in the shadow of great volcanoes. The land here knows what it means to hold enormous force quietly, and then produce something that reshapes everything around it.

That’s how I build. That’s who I am. And that’s the promise behind the name on every truck, every permit, every finished project.

Volcano Builders was founded in 2021. And I’ve been building it the same way I’ve built everything else in my life, with everything I have.