Imagine the workshop: wheels turning, lather frothing, the hammer sounding, glue simmering, the friction of sandpaper… Think of it as an amusement park. Take pleasure in each day, lest strictness and precision render creation sterile. Whistle as you work.
Despite being subjected to distortion, elation or glorification, individual stories collectively form history. Old objects are the guardians of stories past. Tracking down their narrative is a pleasure which leads to the act of creation.