Anna-Carin has travelled back into her ancestry for her second rug collection - a collaboration with Designer Rugs. Her inspiration coming from the first system of writing developed by the Norse peoples: the Runes.
The Runes functioned as letters, but they were much more than just letters in the sense in which we today understand the term. Each rune was an ideographic or pictographic symbol of some cosmological principle or power, and to write a rune was to invoke and direct the force for which it stood.
Each rug holds a special meaning and belief behind it. Through this collection she invokes the force of the earth goddess, wealth, respite and family unity into the homes where these rugs lay.
The rune of ice or respite. “Ice only appears to stop a river’s flow”
The rune of ancestral land; hearth, home and family unity. “We inherit ourselves”
The rune of wealth. “Every beginning has within it the seeds of its own end.”
The rune of the great mother, the earth goddess. “The most obvious truth is hidden deep within, only you will ever know it.”
In summer, as a child, we would pick wild berries in the meadow. We would thread them on straw like a string of pearls then run home and eat them with cream and sugar.
As a child mother kept hens in our barn. Lots of hens. I would help collect the eggs. It stank in that barn. I would cover my nose with a handkerchief drenched in perfume.
My dad loves fishing. In the evenings after a long days on the farm, he would go to the “hulta” lake and come home with “Esox Lucius” (Northern Pike) – we would eat them with cream.
One year “Gudrun” visited us. She was a hurricane and she tore down almost all of our forest. Once collected, all the logs were stored in tall piles and watered continuously to stop the bugs from attacking the timber. You could go on a bus to view the piles, it became a tourist attraction.
From young, hand-barked tree trunks, my dad would make fences to separate the paddocks. It formed a rhythmic fence held together with twine. It was time consuming and hard work.
On our land, as a child, we grew oats and thimothy grass for animal feed. We would ride on top of the hay load in my father’s cart. Left over straw from the oats we used to make bedding in the stables for our horses.