i think this quote from ursula von rydingsvard nicely presents the paradoxical coexistence of intimate craftsmanship and intimidating foreign-ness in her pieces:
“nothing can exist in my head without opposites. opposites don’t have to be complete opposites, but they can be things that don’t ordinarily belong together. within a piece that has a tremendous amount of agitation and agony, there can also be something very hushed and very quiet and very lyrical and very humane. also within the context of something that feels as though it’s full of violence that within it one can have something that feels humble.”
the wood is a recognizable utilitarian material, and the trace of the artist’s hand is apparent, yet her pieces seem to defy a familiar function. they are ethereal but grounded in wood’s historical essential purpose.