The bolts are from an old farm in the heart of a the area Bergsladen in Sweden. I found them in a barn. They had been lying there for a long time and they might well have continued to lie there until they had rusted away and returned to their original mineral form.
The bolts reminded me of human forms, and I felt they had something to tell. I heated them, forged, bent and twisted. I tried to create relations, meetings and situations and suddenly stories emerged about sorrow, joy, pain, warmth and humour. A kind of poetry was created, hence the title.
All sculptures are without title, it is up to the viewer to create his or her own. The bolt people are few in numbers, and maybe these are the last ones, but those that exist will remain to tell their stories.
It’s not often I come across art which is emotional and yet so simple and striking – but this is definitely the case. My sister told me about a series of photos featuring old, metal bolts, which have been heated, twisted and bent by Oslo-based blacksmith and photographer Tobbe Malm to form some beautiful portraits humanity, both positive and negative, in a way which seems pretty universal and easily understood.
While I love the poignant messages and the beautiful emotions in each peace, my favourite is the first one, of the mother and her child in her lap, it’s such a simple yet warming picture which could be representative of anyone in the world, and is perfectly rendered from the turns of their heads to the comforting feeling that comes from it. : )