|   | | Markus Laitinen - Poet - Jewellery and art maker |
| Hameenlinna, Finland
I'm writing poems about a thing called life. I also design and make individual Jewels from silver, including enamel. I carve individual things out of wood, occasionally attached with bronze or some other metal.
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| | Yet there is only one, but soon will be another...till there are about 8 of them. |
| | Poems from the Planet Queen is for those who dare to think, and for those who dare to think otherwise. It is also for those, who want to inhale sadness and happiness, and for those who crave to feel passion and love through written words. But as Socrates... |
| | Silver pendants, some of them include enamel. |
| | Jewels people have ordered from me. They are made by the theme: "It's all up to you." I apologise the quality on most of the pictures, they are taken with a crappy camera. And by the time of shooting them I never thought, they will be under public eyes. |
| | Mostly things that have first being a flash in my mind. Some of them are directly ordered from me. They are meant to put on the wall. I apologise the quality on most of the pictures, they are taken with a crappy camera. It was just a hobby for me at first... |
| | The Ramones was ordered from me, other 2 I just wanted to make. |
| | "I love your jewelery :) wish u all the best :)"
Well, among engraving wood and lately making silver jewellery, I have been writing poems in English for almost 6 years so far. I have never studied art, or making jewellery, I have just drifted into them by accident. There can’t be a greater inspiration for doing, whatever you are doing, than life itself. I was born, when I was about 9 months old. Here in Finland so many months of the year are too cold. At age of 32, a wizard in my nightly dream told: It’s time to break the mold, find your way but do not use...
| Some poems from: Poems from the Planet Queen
The Painting Sunset red met yellow in the skies, the view turned orange in painter’s eyes. He changed the brush to see what flies; through burning red and the purest white pink butterfly flew... |
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