What do you do when your father stops smoking pipe?
My father’s pipes sat on the rack with nowhere to go. I asked to keep them, and gave every bowl a small light of its own.
The only thing to do is... make a nostalgic pipe chandelier!
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Stories from the bench
Every lamp here was something else first. These are the stories of where they came from, who they belonged to and what happened in the studio on the way.
Piece stories
One piece, the object it was, and why there is only one.
The heater that waited for me in the rain
A 1950s heater on a wet West Berlin pavement, a promise to fate, and the hunt for quality garbage that started the studio.
How I almost got arrested for a lamp base
A stone from a Berlin pavement, a diamond disc, an angry neighbour and two police officers.
The tea set that was too good to make twice
Pierced, hung on brass, and only then found to be very valuable. So there will never be a second one.
Process
From the find to the first switch-on, in her own chapters and captions.
The Tuba took four chapters and a lunch break
Two short films, no talking, just her titles. Removing the patina, fine tuning, spaghetti, polishing, a walnut stand.
The rocking horse I brought home from the street
A child’s red rocking-horse chair, taken apart, cleaned, bent into brass and test-hung. Every step in her own story captions, from “Flea Market Frenzy” to “Come take a ride with me.”
The studio
How it began, in my first posts.
How Messing Around started
Two passions, found objects and flea markets, and the day the logo went on the door.
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Come with your own nostalgic objects, ideas and dreams.