Scratched, sliced and polished wood branches.In this work of art I wanted to find the border, where the creation ends and the craftsmanship begins. Everyday, absurd and pointless activity, making wood pellets by hand, gradually turned into a ritual, the place and method of thinking, and sometimes perhaps even addiction. Interesting that the border I was looking for, did not move to one side or the other, but just dissolved and disappeared as if the boundaries were not there.