A beautifully rendered and affectionate meditation on an object, measurement of space and time, and one’s father. Its detail and metaphoric reach demonstrates the kind of careful, analogue consideration of (spatial and generational) scale you’re talking about. Thank you, Johanna!
It seems wonderful to me that you still have these tools of your father's trade and, presumably, use them from time to time, just as I use my mother's salad implements and wear her jewelry every day. I feel that these objects not only speak to another time in our own histories, but are imbued as well with some of the energy, perhaps even a spark of the personality of our forebears.
That last paragraph is truly beautiful ... the intermingling of one's mind, labor, and tools. Thank you for these gifts Johanna!
A beautifully rendered and affectionate meditation on an object, measurement of space and time, and one’s father. Its detail and metaphoric reach demonstrates the kind of careful, analogue consideration of (spatial and generational) scale you’re talking about. Thank you, Johanna!
It seems wonderful to me that you still have these tools of your father's trade and, presumably, use them from time to time, just as I use my mother's salad implements and wear her jewelry every day. I feel that these objects not only speak to another time in our own histories, but are imbued as well with some of the energy, perhaps even a spark of the personality of our forebears.