Current times

Currently occupying a workshop at the center of an emerging cultural hub at the old airport at Fornebu. With a large workshop on the ground level this is where the entirety of the furniture designed for and with my clients is created. The workshop specializes in unique interior lighting producing unparalleled ambiance, reminiscent of the original light source: the radiant flame of a hearth. Holding creative and educational workshop for those interested into details of craftsmanship.

Origin

On the costal half-isle of Split in Yugoslavia, a few years prior to its collapse, I was born to a father of practical skill and a free-bird mother. Living with the grandparents my early boyhood memories are those of my grandfather breathing life into newly dreamt up creations. Among these, one in particular: the windmill he built to harness electricity remains a permanent reminder of how simple materials worked by a skillful hands can combine into objects of great value and functional beauty.

EARLY YEARS

The first major crossroad of my life came at the age of 12 when I was torn away from that childhood and set half a globe away in a foreign land to face my adolescence. Uprooted and “an outsider” the teenage years were marked by comfort sought in the anonymity of the digital world and being a good student. Culminating in research on space-navigation.

near-recent years

At the age of 29, after a five year search for meaning behind an office desk I detached myself from the idea that tomorrow must be the same as today and stepped into the fresh air, in pursue of new dreams and self respect and so with the sanction of a dreaming man turned to unify the outer and the inner and to act naturally, intuitively out of joyous will.

Settling in a log-cabin, deep in the countryside of Telemark, the self education began and was to shape all that was to come. The path of a craftsman, self-taught as ultimately we all are, in search of wisdom to materialize forth ideas worthwhile.

The cards were thus dealt anew and looking back life seems a chain of chance events leading onward towards unpredictable places regardless of our contrivances. Better then, it seems, to leave our fears at the door and let circumstance sweep us up and over the hills towards pastures yet unknown and only for us destined. Lest we are willing to let this single chance at life slip through the soapy grip of our clenching fingers.

WE LIVE TWO LIVES.
THE SECOND ONE BEGINS ONCE WE REALIZE WE ONLY HAVE ONE.