Sculpture, welcoming conservation

UntitledVery pleased. It’s not finished. But it’s a long way towards where I want to go with this. It was originally a school assignment. But I developed it, and now it’s my own. It has taken me some time and energy; first i dugg up my complete fear of being alone. It’s strong, and I had never looked it in the eye before. Then with time and hard work I have slowly realized I am not alone. I have one that constantly writes to me. One that does what she says she will, that one I can trust. I have one that at the moment treasures my friendship highly. I have one that I think will not fail, and will stay with me a very long time as my friend. On top of this, I will meet people I know a bit around town. That is important too.

So, my sculpture started as a wordless show of my loneliness, and the fact that many things ends this spring. But it ended with the joy of feeling loved. Do I journey hard? I always journey hard.

It ended up in a exhibition on Umeå Fashion week, at Hotel Mimer. Not just me, but all of my class. We are all good at what we do, and really nice people, I will miss them a lot. They have a part in how this sculpture became, since our time together in class are one of the things that ends. One other thing that ends, is my therapy.  I completely forgot to tell my main inspiration about this exhibition! My therapist. If you read this, I wish you would go see it.

They made us white something to fit with our sculptures. I was unused to mix writing with sculpture, but it was very nice and educating. Here it is:

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A good conversation

To meet and be open and humble together

To accept who we are, do not try to change

To meet with my horrible, wonderful person. Just by being there. Listen. Or tell.

To not be someone wrong or right, happy or sad, friend or enemy.

To just be what I am just now.

Not to change the other, but grow. Preferably together.

 

I hope I’m on my way. To make a difference. Just to be someone to talk to, and give maybe a few good words on your road in life. What more could I ask?

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Only one left! Luffarsloyd: Pendant with a seahorse.

Have I told you I’m a blacksmith? I’m a blacksmith. This weekend I got inspired. By a guy showing me luffarsloyd. In Sweden it was illegal not to have a job 150 years ago, you could go to jail for being poor. But poor people still existed, so they found a way. They knocked on doors to ask for food and somewhere to sleep, and as pay they made luffarslöjd (“hobos craft” in Swedish) of simply wire. Wire has the trait of being light weight, they could carry it around without much distress. They often carried two sorts, one thicker for structure and one thinner for the in between. Unbelievable what they could do. This was 150 years ago, but the tradition making luffarsloyd still lives. And I got terribly inspired. Today mostly plates and bowls are made of luffarsloyd. Sometimes hangers and stands. But I saw this tradition with blacksmith eyes, and made this:

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(If you wonder about what luffarsloyd looks like, this is a blog with some nice examples: Metallbinderiet.)

I think this it the biggest jewelry I ever made. Apart form my blacksmith exam, but that is an other story. It’s 14 cm long. So. Much. Fun. I am a blacksmith with a businesses, and this one is actually also up for sale on etsy.com: only-one-left-luffarsloyd-pendant.

It can be hard to part with my loved ones, but even if I really like it…it’s not my style. I tend to be angry at it for being in my way. This pendant must go to someone that is staying still at least once in a while. I do not.

 

Work I love to do

A day with iron, and a day with wood. I can not begin to describe how tired I am today.

I am making a cabinet. I forged the hinges yesterday; it was the worst weather to drive in, all the water was frozen INSIDE the workshop and long hours. Today it was time to put everything together and finish the cabinet. I did not of course. Everything takes much more time, especially when I make everything my self. The question is, WHY do I do this…?

Well, the fun of making things out of nothing. Because the pieces of wood and iron I started with can not be used for anything. Their worth is their possibilities. And not just new material, I even made four hinges and tree handles out of car sheet, and the wood from a shelf. This kind of craft is the only thing that can make me work for hours, and even forget to eat…

I have been a bit angry at myself lately because I do not drive to the forge that often as I want. I sat down in my sofa and looked around a bit sad and realized something. My home has forged iron in every direction! The coffee table I was sitting at has legs of iron, legs I made. I the kitchen I found knifes I made, and in the bathroom I found forged hangers.

I guess I do not need to forge all the time. It all round me. And the knowledge of how do not disappear.

Boring wonderful knitting

You might think of knitted socks as a boring grandma gift, but is it really? I got these for Christmas. I do not know the maker very well, but they spent time on a gift for me anyway. And a couple of thick, warm socks is also a way of saying; keep warm and well. And I think they had fun making them too. I appreciate people that use time and energy on gifts. It makes them so much more worth.

On top of it, it’s a fantastic pattern! Looks like flowers or leaves! Makes me want to listen to an interesting podcast and knit myself. In other words, this gift isn’t only warm for my feet and heart, but also inspiring! Wonderful gift!