THIS IS AN ARCHIVE OF EVERYTHING KIOSK HAS COLLECTED. TO MEET THE DIGITAL, WE HAVE A PHYSICAL, CURRENTLY IN STORAGE IN NEW YORK. NOTHING YOU SEE HERE IS FOR SALE. PLEASE USE AS A REFERENCE AND AN INSPIRATION AND PLEASE WRITE US IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR INFORMATION TO SHARE. WE HOPE TO START COLLECTING AGAIN SOON. THANKS.
11" x 4.5"
Spruce & Linseed Oil
In Iceland I saw water running backwards and I drove through a sandstorm. I hiked on a glacier and ran through deep moss that made me bounce. I came across a hot pool in the middle of nowhere and jumped in, and I climbed a dormant volcano. I crawled to the edge. I stared at trapped icebergs and touched a pounding waterfall. I waited for a volcano to erupt and I was scared to death, at night, in a house with Jason, in the middle of some nowhere, more remote than I have ever been. I drove where no man or woman should probably ever go. I went to "The Volcano Show." I hiked up a mountain and crawled over sharp rock the last feet through fog, to touch the top, just because, because. Magical place and space. An anthroposophical community called Sólheimar is in the middle of it all, working with people with needs, to make things like these paddles. I can't explain it. I look at them, and I recall all of those things I just told you, and more, in such a quick succession it makes me hold my blink. Thank you for going there.