April 5, 2010Posted by asianpixmen in Craft, Culture, Malaysia, People, Places.
Sometimes in my wanderings in search for the holy grail in the realm of blades, I come across a few surprises.
Take for example, the above. I have never seen such blades but I did, at a recent public exhibition of local Malaysian handicraft.
These short knives are from Kelantan. Yes, they bear the marks of a persistent hammer and the jerky hand movements of the maker who spent one too many hours at his work shop.
But each streak of the grinder on the sharpened Jeep spring is testimony of a man who takes pride in his work. The longer-than-usual hand, made from fine-looking wood, is comfortable in my roughened hands.
There is a certain feeling that is undescribable when a man puts a work of art in his hands. It is an unspoken relationship that tells the handler that “yes, this is me, I have met my new owner.”
It may sound corny but ask any blade collector who has handled a beautiful handiwork and he will wax lyrical about the amalgam of wood and steel forged in fire.