Artiste: Niklas Heed
It was a nice way of living. Going to the lumberyard after work. Buying as much wood and oilbased paint as I could possibly carry.Finding old and grey wood that grandpa had stacked away somewhere around the house. Walking on grass. Sawing, lifting and nailing. Being blinded by the white color and trying to save insects from drowning in it. Saving space from being painted. Making rough sculptures, making sculptures with blank surfaces. The smell of wood and drowning in paint.
Spending time in my outdoor studio.
