The summer before I headed off to the Norwegian equivalent of high school, I was travelling with my mother in Germany. My sister had married there – and we spent a few weeks travelling the land, and would eventually end up at her place. On our trip, we came to this city – Trier. And I stood before this huge black gate. Almost 2000 years old, it still stood there – defying time and decay. Monstrous. Huge.
Looking up at this amazing construction, I felt what only can be described as a gust of time. Literally. Something so old, and so rich in history, it was almost beyond my comprehension. I have experienced such moments later. At Akropolis , and at Knossos.
Sometimes I think it`s the closest we as humans can get to time travel. It is like we stand at a border, gazing into a time portal. Close to it, and yet so far away. This was the first time for me, and I was mesmerized. 40 years later – I can still feel it.
Thing is – when I have made that viking weave, patinated it, and working on it with some steel wool – I get that same feeling.