Handmade

All things have stories. Unless they come from IKEA. And even those might have an explanation beyond description. Once I had a friend in Berlin who owned only items with stories, including a picture of an exorcist and few beaten up dimensional billboard letters. There are few things that I enjoy making, because it reminds me how, why or for whom I made the first exemplar. So, for me creating is more like a ritual retelling of these narratives. Here you can find both of them – stories and my hand made things alike.  And the other few items tell about my simple lifestyle. Those objects might be a statement per se, but I do not feel defined and confined by them in any way. They just are.

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