I have done very few matching knife-sets but now it´s time for another one. Roughness with some style I would say, where high contrast dramatic details meets clean lines. All handmade from scratch of course.

It´s soon midnight here in Sweden and I have just watched Interstellar for the second time – great movie, one of the best this year for sure. That poem from Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) got stuck in my head somehow… I wonder how… Outside it´s still bright (thank you midnight sun) but dark clouds are covering the sky and the rain is singing praise to life against the roof above me. What better way to turn the lights off and let the eyes rest with the dying words of Mr Thomas echoing between the walls? No, not for death… I really do prefer sleep, but still…

Take care, who ever and wherever you are.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”