17/07/2026
𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖔𝖓𝖊
Susanna left for the medieval fair for the weekend today, and I stayed home with our cats.
First time in years, since the last time I went to the holiest temple for us Finns alone, Sauna.
First time in years, since I sat alone in the heat of that place, all alone with only my thoughts as my company.
Then it finally hit me.
I'm less than a month away from closing down the workshop as it has been for the past seven years, for good.
Only two more available for all pipes to ever come to life, and then it's done.
Something I spent so long to create, will die in the form it molded through out the years.
Something, that started as a small experiment, which grow into a Leviathan I couldn't control anymore will seize to exist.
But why won't you try to find a balance, you could ask.
Why not something in between?
It's rather simple, because I just can't do that.
I've lied myself countless times that I can, but it's something that's impossible for me to achieve.
I don't consider myself as a pipe maker, but an artist.
And my art has always been reaching for the extreme methods.
Story telling, combined with the emotion and ex*****on.
All the way, or none at all.
And now let's get to these photos.
I believe in the old wisdom, about pictures tell more than a thousand words.
The past two years have been pretty rough.
Business, health and mental health wise.
Too much spiraling down at the same time, while trying to hold all the strings in my hands.
Something dark within has grown into me stronger than it has before.
Corrupting and devouring.
I've been wearing a death mask long before the end now.
So it's soon time to lift that heavy mask from my face and put it to rest.
Peel of the most of the darkness and start the mourning period.
I want to breathe free for a while, before I get back at occasional comissions, which I am so grateful to have quite a few.
The tide is closing in...
Regards, Mikko.
