Making Things for Other People

I made a knife and it’s beautiful.

The knife is meant to be carried by a friend. Each step of the way I thought of my friend, how she would hold it, use it, what it would feel like in her hands.

Ingredients: steel, lacewood, gold and love

When it comes to making things, I started noticing a pattern: I achieve the best outcome, when a project is meant to be given away, and more precisely, when I know to whom it’s going. I don’t get sloppy.

There’s a point in a project – in each day, really – when I get tired and my lazy mind seduces me to cut a corner or skip a step. And I’ll do it happily.

The purpose has always been to make, enjoy the process and never mind the outcome. Yet, once I see value beyond a project’s life in my hands, it gets harder to argue against perfection. Suddenly, it needs to be as perfect as I can make it. It begs for my full attention and care and all the patience I can muster.

In such case I impart my love soul self into the object.

That’s the goal but here’s the challenge: How do I build with affection no matter where the object is going after I finish building? Can I find it in me to build with an open heart no matter what?

For a closer look at the knife, head to the portfolio.