One of the beautiful things about repurposing is working with things that have a history. Today I am making a table from discarded floor boards, as I sand the years of wear I can not help but think of the history, the foot prints of the people whose lives walked along the timber, the secrets with in the grains and scores. I feel love for the memories of someone else's life wishing the table it's self could be a story, it's own work of art.
No comments:
Post a Comment