Welcome to our xmas market
Saturday 3rd of December at 12- 5 pm
Tegen Studios, Bjurholmsgatan 1-11, Södermalm, Stockholm
Tube Skanstull or Medborgarplatsen. Only cash, please.

Absorbed with my studio- work

Paper, ink, water. Branch, petals, leaves. 

Vases and vessels: top-list

On the theme of vase-vessel we made a top-list of the ones we have and love or wish we had.

The vase GRASS by Normann Copenhagen is a ceramic vase that works well with small solitaires as well as flowers picked by a child.

Savoy, this classic by Aalto works well with all kinds of flowers and styles. It's simple and timeless, a classic.

 

Foldevas by Tage Andersen is a folded brass cone designed to make flowers look good in it. It is a vase that give us desire. And yes, it does come in smaller sizes.

Weird vase- vessel

Coming home with a brown package from the flower-shop is a fantastic feeling. Unwrapping and again to look at all sorts and colours of flowers that you picked. Then comes the real challenge, in what vase or vessel, will they fit, you might find the perfect height vase but is far too wide, then you find yourself cutting off half the length of a proudly tall-standing grass. It may be me, but finding the right vase or vessel is a challenge. 

Via Tokketok

Via Flickr

The past and the present


This week-end I got a gift from my mother in law. A new plant to love and care for. It's an oldie that originally belonged to her mother in law. What can compete with a plant that has been loved and been taken cared of for many years, even generations? A plant that has had a real chance to grow, get character and beauty. Age and the story that comes with it gives it an extra value in these times of wear and tear. Maybe that's why I find old gardens so fascinating, because what grows there has been around longer than me, sometimes longer than anyone on this planet. It's existence brings the past in to the present. 

Who am I?

Where do I come from?

This Friday night I was about to upload an image, a bouquet of dahlias from the garden, just because of its beauty and nothing more. Back in my head Wonderland manifest echoed, this is not what we aim for. How do I justify the beauty of a bouquet of flowers? Answering the question, my reply would be I deeply care for these plants which where brought to my possession and I do know that they will last for years of my life, either in soil or in a paper bag in a cold dark cellar wintertime. Not only because of their beauty.  

Who am I?


Where do I come from?


I am Antonin Artaud 


and if I say it 


as I know how to say it 


immediately 


you will see my present body 


fly into pieces 


and under ten thousand 


notorious aspects 


a new body will be assembled 


in which you will never again


be able 


to forget me.

Antonin Artaud (1896- 1948)