The inability to travel these days is depriving me, like many others, to physically connect and collaborate. I am stuck in my London studio whilst, on the other side of Europe, my father is stuck in his own luthier workshop in Tuscany.

Not giving up to this "new normal" I imagined a spoon, developed the drawings and send them to my father, asking him to take over from his end, trying to explore a meaningful long-distance father-and-son collaboration, resulting in the creation of physical object that would connect us whilst apart.

Two woods, maple and London plane, the latter a hardwood rescued from trees felled in Euston Station, saved from the chipper.

Just a spoon, almost a spatula, that wispers a little story of connection, places, hands and the determination to challenge this impasse, waiting for brighter days.

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