Artisan Builders is a design-build company representing a guild of local artisans. We collaborate to create mountain homes from quality materials with hand-built craftsmanship and relentless attention to fine detail. We are passionate about our work. For us, building is more than a job, it is a way of life.  Our general contractor services include but are not limited to Telluride, Ridgway, Ouray, Montrose and all points in between.


In every project, we strive to:

  • Passionately practice our craft and manifest our clients' dreams
  • Build lasting relationships with our clients and each other
  • Be good stewards of the environment by respecting the profound connection between architecture and ecology. 
  • Take pride in our work and dedication to quality.


Justin Stratman

I have lived in the San Juan mountains since 1997, living both in Telluride and Ridgway.  When I moved to the area, I was hired as a project manager by Glen Harcourt of Steeprock Builders.  During the years I worked with Steeprock Builders, we designed and built many beautiful houses and formed lasting relationships with one another. I hold that experience close to my heart and find myself still collaborating with others that were part of the Steeprock family, including designing with architect Steven Jallad to build a number of custom homes in the Telluride area.  Artisan Builders was started in 2007 and has since flourished building homes from rustic to modern styles of building.

I was born into a family with father and grandfathers all rooted in craftsmanship. Each of them gifted me talents and knowledge that make me who I am today. I am indebted to them and all other teachers and craftsmen that have been a part of my life over the years. The respect I pay to them is in the work put forth. 

Designing and building... it is my occupation and my preoccupation. In creating Artisan Builders, I have found my calling. For this, I am deeply grateful. 




To Be Of Use

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
— Marge Piercy