Only in Dark the Light

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“Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.” -Ursula K. LeGuin This is a bronze sword I made for the upcoming exhibition, “The Sword- Form and Thought” at the Deutsches Klingenmuseum in Solingen Germany. It is …

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Vardhllokur- Warlock

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Vardhllokur – spirit song 2009 A viking sword from across the border of myth. This sword is a 3 bar composite pattern welded construction. The edge billet is 61 layers and the two center billets are 9 layers each, the steels used in it’s construction are 1075 and 8670m. The …

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The Gate of Apsu

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A dagger is like a distillation of a sword, a sword-seed, and therefore perfect for a wizard. Perhaps the world is not as it seems. The forces that hold things together may be uncertain, not as we imagine them. The fourth dimension, ancient time, might be filled with secrets— secrets …

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Arctic Fire 2013

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    The sun flares red across the landing strip, casting its long fingers down above mountains as I board my midnight flight leaving Anchorage, Alaska. On the 25th of May I arrived in the same airport in late afternoon. I had slept through much of the flight and woke …

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Arctic Fire 2012 DVD Preview

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This is a preview of a DVD which includes two presentations that I did at the Arctic Fire Swordsmithing event in Alaska in June of 2012, as well as several interviews. There is also footage of Swordsmiths Michael Pikula, David Delagardelle, Don Fogg, Peter Johnsson and J. Arthur Loose. This …

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Galdrgrimm

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The sun cuts low through winter trees, woodsmoke hangs in the air.  Walking through the forest one day I find what’s left of a raven dance, the steps clear in the snow. I can see where a raven has scratched it’s beak back and forth drawing concentric lines. As part …

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Scabbard, Snow, Lichen Stone

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I rise before the sun, the scratchy radio voices catalog what bad things have happened in the world while I slept.  But the world tells a different story– out the old farmhouse window the dawn blooms impossible colours against the somnabulant landscape. Two ravens sit warily in the orchard on …

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