The paint bin...

I picked up this beautiful piece of wood from the trash on The Kings Road in London. It had holes drilled into it, to hold tea lights, and that made it a little tacky looking…. but there was something about the wood that I liked. So I grabbed it, not really knowing what I would need it for.

And it has been around a little. First it moved around in the house a little. Then it got stored in the attic. And then I took it to our summerhouse where is was just standing outside, slowly being consumed by nature in true wabi wabi style. But when I moved into the new flat, here in Denmark, then I took it into my studio, where it was standing around: not really that pretty, but also too nice to throw away.

Then my daughter and I started painting, and we were a little too generous with the paint on our palettes. So one day we just started painting the woody thing with left over paint, and took a principal decision to always do so. And so it became our paint bin and a constant changing piece of art, that both of us work on, and great picture of impermanence, changed by circumstances that has nothing to do with it. And so it has become a treasured and interesting piece in our joint lives here. And we love it for it!