fibonarchy

For years he has been working in wood with his hands. he realised one day that he was a machine in the modern economy, and that when he stopped, production stopped, and the return on the invested capital of his life also ceased. Fibonarchy realised two other things: he cared little for the modern economy and invested capital, but quite liked machines. Lets face it, some tasks are repetitive, and machines are kind of cool . But how could he work with these machines, without giving away the joy of creation? When machines seem to believe the purpose of their existence is to take our work from us?

 

While there may be struggles ahead, with these good questions, Fibonarchy felt he did not need answers, and began working in partnership with a computer numerical controlled router table, dividing tasks to the best suited. Fibonarchy knows if a thing is to be good, it must be made with care. This is a role for which machines are ill suited, so each thing passes through the hands of humans on several occasions. Here the things take on characteristics from their handlers: patience, effort, frustration, sweat and blood (sorry), wonder, and some love. And only then is a thing ready to leave the factory and enter the world.