Mat black wood fired. The small challenging object observed on the waterfront. Occasionally used to secure the barges – at other times used to set them (life) free. Its an ongoing inspiration for me to work with the bollard.

 

My friend Mette Jerl Jensen wrote this poem to me about the Bollard!

 

A poetic anchoring between the fluid and the solid

And there they stand alongside the wharf, side by side, rhythmic and regular as small soldiers of the harbour.
Sturdy and steadfast little creatures with an ability to stand up to all physical logic, and a will to bridle the widely travelled and wild, untamed forces. Faithful they stand in both stillness and storm, listening to stories from far and near. Like a poetic anchoring between fluid and solid.