Documenting life during the first attempt at restoring a vintage motorcycle.

Similar to the zen -like feeling that is realized through surfing,
motorcycle repair can elevate the mind to a meditative state that eludes time and space...
Meaning I obsess over it, get frustrated, yell, laugh at myself and overall waste a lot of time.


Machines - Beauty in the eye of the innovator

Hundreds of meaningless individual metal pieces, when combined according the intricate hierarchy designed by a visionary engineer, form a sculpture of both mechanical and aesthetic beauty. An art form which holds the value of design and functionality equal. Starting from a factory made, carbon copy, identical to the hundreds or even thousands of clones pumped out of the assembly line and shipped across land and sea. These cloned models are the canvases. The creativity and artistic expression comes in forms of bent metal, welded steal, black rubber and stitched leather. Turns of a wrench show a faint semblance to brush strokes. Stripping down and reassembling, tuning and tweaking, constantly in pursuit of perfection. The finished piece will reflect one of the many branches of motorcycle culture or historic periods which the artist identifies with. The creative process stems from the heavy feel of metal, greasy fingernails, the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. The motorcycle is in fact just metal, grease and rubber; it is the individual - rider/mechanic/artist, who animate them into a (practically) living, breathing, roaring machine... forging the stories of their creation and rides, which give meaning to all those metal pieces so intricately assembled.

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