Plants have roots and so do I. In my case I absord nutrients from the bobbin lace heritage of the Rauma town. I’m part of the local tradition, the Rauma lace bobbin lace legacy. If my roots were cut I would suffocate. And on the other hand my roots are kind of shackles as they bind me into a frame of reference. It is the constant ambivalent relationship. In a way similar comparison to older generations within the family. I rebel but also I value and respect belonging to the family.
In the 3D bobbin lace relief Heritage I depict myself as a part of this centuries old chain of lacemakers. In the center there is me, the modern that knows the rules but applies them to his own use. Radially around me are the roots – or shackles – that both nourish and bind me to a tradition and customs.
