A man in a canoe.
The man isn’t anyone. The man in the canoe is my grandfather.
It could have been just a picture, any picture, of my grandfather.
But this is not any picture.
I’ve always, in my whole life, wondered where my love to wood and handicraft comes from. Noone else in my family, are like me when it comes to this. We are all talanted in music, art, writing… But when it comes to design and make furnitures and handicraft in wood, Im the only one.
Then I got this picture.
My grandfather in a canoe.
He has made the canoe himself.
Your life is a puzzle of thousands pieces.
That missing piece in the puzzle has now fell into the right place.
I would have loved to carpentry together with my grandfather. I never got the opportunity to do that.