An artist’s workspace can be humble and small in size. Preferably quiet.
But most importantly, it should feel like home.
Knowing Niels, one can doubt whether his oasis feels like home, or just is. He spends most of his waking hours in the stone-walled workshop, hidden away from all but those who know where to find him.
Half-timbered buildings surround the small workshop somewhere in Inner Copenhagen. Its walls are plastered with blueprints and loose thoughts, scribbled down quickly in a handwriting that is not easily deciphered. In the corner, a furnace is torching a flame.
