I make boats that sink. That sink through memories and dreams. I make boats that do not need latitudes, they navigate as vitrified vessels against the horizons of the imagination. One container for Moses and one for the Viking chief. The traveler must rely on the thin skin that is the only thing that separates her from the unknown.The boat has always fascinated me, for its beautiful form and for what it means: income, adventure, travel, birth and death. A symbol that belongs to our collective consciousness. We all have a respectful relationship with the boat. The fisherman in the archipelago does not cut up his tired boat for fire wood, When she is no longer able, she can rest in peace and slowly nurture new boats. I understand that the most cruel sailor with respect and reverence calls his life insurance and craft for Her. A life-giving mother to trust when society is separated from the solid ground.- Bertil Vallien
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