Ever since i remember Dad has been a maker. When we were kids he’d spend hours in his workshop – working on this or that. we used to sell crafts at the local markets. Sometimes Dad would make a project for me and Bjarni. those were some of the happiest times of being a kid. hanging out with Dad chatting and making things. He’s never kept a tidy work table, except in short bursts. i think the chaos was part of what we loved.