Present
Running a workshop at the center of an emerging cultural hub at the old airport at Fornebu. On the ground level this is where all Way of Wood objects are created. The workshop specializes in unique interior lighting producing unparalleled ambiance, reminiscent of the original light source: the radiant flame of a hearth.
Lecturing 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 skillful hands can combine into objects of great value and functional beauty.
EARLY
The first major crossroad of my life came at 12, when I was torn from childhood and sent halfway across the globe to a foreign land to face my adolescence.
Uprooted and feeling like an outsider, my teenage years were spent seeking comfort in the anonymity of the digital world and in excelling academically. That dedication culminated in an electronics degree and research in space navigation.
Recent
At 29, I left the office for the last time, letting go of the expectation that tomorrow must mirror today. I stepped into the fresh air, seeking self-respect, guided by a desire to unify the outer and inner, and to act naturally, intuitively, and with joyous will.
In my new home, deep in Telemark’s countryside, self-education became my daily craft, shaping all that was to come. I embraced the path of the self-taught craftsman, in search of skill and wisdom to bring meaningful ideas into the world.
The cards were dealt anew, and looking back, life feels like a chain of chance events, carrying us toward unpredictable places, regardless of our plans or control. Perhaps it is better to leave fear at the door and allow circumstance to sweep us over hills toward pastures yet unknown, uniquely our own. Only by letting go can we avoid letting this singular chance at life slip like sand through our grasping fingers.
