I planed to welcome urban waste as useful material in my sloyd work during this residency. But living in this crazy environment just made me want to hold the trees even tighter; like a baby to its father in a scary situation. Capitalist civilisation! Do not count with me! I will not put my name on your contract! If you catch me, you will find me with my axe in my hands.
After realising that it takes two for a conversation, i had to prepare forthcoming Folklore Therapy sessions by completing the divan with a chair. The style is called Vulgochic. Remember where you saw it first.
As the smell of concrete arrives to one of my nostrils, I still have some of the Taiga haze in the other. The box is heavy but contains useful things. This is my new workspace! And my new view. This is not what a true folklore creature would call a "comfort zone". But I slept well! And sun i shining as I wake up. This is Januari. This is Folklore Factory Urban Exile. This is Slöjdare In Residence!
Under några olika undervisningstillfällen blev det tvunget att demonstrera skedtäljning. Gud vad skoj! Skedar är den optimala formgivningsövningen, eventuellt är skedtäljning för alla som arbetar tredimensionellt vad kroki är för bildkonstnärer?
