« Within each stone lies a sleeping god. »
S. J. Back
November 2020
It is getting dark very early now, it is wet and grey and cold. A real challenge to get out there in the dark and cut a stone … but once out there with the stone, I forget all this and the stone and I we start to communicate and the inner light starts to glow.
November 2020
It is getting dark very early now, it is wet and grey and cold.
A real challenge to get out there in the dark and cut a stone … but once out there with the stone, I forget all this and the stone and I we start to communicate and the inner fire starts to glow.
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, `tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place. (…)
The shepherds calendar – November Poem by John Clare
The stones
Nelson
h 34 cm - 5kg - stone, beeswax
La flor que anda de mano en mano
Phoenix
h 24 cm - 4,5kg - stone, beeswax
I don’t believe in anything.
Manara
h 26cm - 10kg - stone, beeswax
Pojken dricker mjölk
Sun Kil Moon
h 29 cm - 13kg - 2 sided - stone
… Stars, saturn and moon, glow f…