Lamps I made so far...

Classic Mustard
Wooden desk lamp that used to fold on itself

This lamp is made of an eighteenth century wooden leg prosthesis that I found nearby crumbling old shed in a haunted forest somewhere in the depths of nothern Scotland.

I stumbled upon it during one of my mindfulness walks as my trained cat started sniffing the area for truffles (quite strongly actually). Unfortunately, my exquisite tastebuds were not pleased that day, as that old disintegrating piece of wood was the only thing that the creature managed to sniff out.

Anyhoo, my studies have shown that it might have belonged to a pirate named Crooked Eye Joe, I am not 100% sure tho.

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True story.

Close your eyes and go back in time…

Do you remember the first house you moved into? Meeting neighbours, parties with friends, assembling Ikea furniture? Fighting with your partner over wall colours, cursing at a boiler that broke in the middle of winter?

Do you remember the house your kids grew up in? The one which you came back to from the hospital with your first child?

I do, and it’s a great memory… One I wanted to preserve.

When we moved in, our first house had a wooden driveway gate which must have been at least 50 years old. It soon fell apart but for the thick pole dug into the ground, which earlier held the whole construction. To this day I don’t know what kind of wood this is but it’s tough as hell.When I cut it in half and saw the grain and colour I knew I needed to make a lamp out of it. Turn a piece of my first house into an everyday object.

Hive on a broom stick
Wall lamp with paper shade and no bees

Due to my recent fascination with witchcraft (as I despise the human species in general and wish to make their pathetic lives as miserable as possible),
I called this one "Hive on a broom stick".

The wooden element was acquired from an authentic witch's broomstick that I managed to dig out from my neighbour's dumpster. She gave up her old lady life, turned into a crow and dissapeared into the night (I envy her, quite honestly). I also took her black magic books, ripped them and glued together my favourite spells. Made it look like a hive.

The lamp is a perfect present for your enemies. Now let me tell you why. That innocent looking hive is ready to take part in your accidental homicide, as the sharp peg can gouge out an eye in a second.

True story

Confession… I’m hugely sentimental. This is why "Lamps with a story" project was created in the first place. And the Hive lamp might be called the first child of LWAS.

I was in Warsaw, strolling through the Old Town on a scorching summer afternoon. On one of the side streets I saw some guys clearing an apartment, cloud of dust raising through the air.

Through its open windows I saw them taking down old family portraits and paintings in the living room and heard banging of pots and pans from emptied cabinets. Outside, a massive skip was being filled with pieces of broken furniture, mostly from the 60s and 70s.

Piles of men's and woman's clothes mixed with memorabilia, various kitchen utensils, carpets, bed linens, papers, dried plants and everything one can find in a place, which was once a home were being discarded.

It was heart-breaking to see something wich was once someone’s home, being reduced to a heap of rubbish.

One of the items that caught my attention was a beach windbreaker with it’s wooden poles pointing in the air. The fabric looked old, with a design that hinted at the seventies. I yanked it from underneath pieces of furniture and kitchen utensil and thought that maybe the couple that lived in the apartment had their first kiss behind this windbreaker. Maybe they used to go to the seaside each year and each year took it with them.

Maybe their kids used to build sand castles that were sheltered from wind by the piece of cloth strewn between wooden poles.

Suddenly I felt that it represented the life of its owners. It became their monument and perhaps the only item that will remain once everything else ends up on a landfill.

I created The Hive and gave new life to the old windbreaker with all the memories it holds. That’s what I like to believe…

The Stack
Plywood standing lamp - my personal favourite

Couple of years ago I have found myself on a roadtrip across the American continent (by now you should be aware of the fact that Adamski is a man of the world). Along the way I visited a small, mexican village where I met my compadre, to whom I owe this stunning piece of plywood. Jesus, rather chubby amateur of spicy tacos (and as it later turned out, quite a drunk) was cleaning up his garage that day. Having nothing better to do, I decided to give him a hand. I couldn't help but notice Jesus throwing away a fairly decent piece of an old van door, so i just grabbed it and announced it is mine now. "Eres un blanco loco!" - he laught as I admired my new posession.

And with that piece of plywood I managed to create quite extraordinary looking lamp named "The Stack". Warm light coming out of between the covered lampshades will softly illuminate the favourite corner of your home.

£375 - SOLD

The Beige Pot
Wooden wall lamp

Where did that old pot come from?

Honestly, I have no idea.

Maybe it came with the house? It’s just one of these things that you own, but do not notice them unless you do. Now my no-longer-boring plant pot became a lampshade and boy, now not only is it going to be noticed - it’s going to be admired by its new owner every day, I promise you that.

Wooden handle on the other hand, is a real beauty obtained from alien ship that crashed on my backyard. Just kidding, they don’t use wood - we just shared a laugh over the afternoon cuppa and then they decided to postpone the invasion. Thank me later.

Lampenstein
A peculiar floor lamp

Dear Frankenstein Lamp... The remarkable fruit of my brilliant hands. The essence of my genius hidden in the form so simple I could sell it to you as a DIY product, with a cute little instruction sheet attached to it. But I won't.

Here is the story. In the late nineteenth century, a man named Floyd Bizzareman that lived in Leicester put up a fence around his victorian mansion. That would be perfectly normal, except Floyd hated people so much, the fence electrocuted everyone that wanted to visit him. And let me tell you, the electricity was not very common in the households, so that was very shocking for all his neighbours... and I mean literally shocking.

Anyways, the pieces of the old fence are still lying around so allowed myself to pick one up.

The Tower
Floor lamp

It was a rainy London afternoon, one of those pre-covid days, when you could just walk through the city without a mask or a reason. I was jumping over the puddles, when all of a sudden lightning bolt smashed a tree five meters away from me.

The recoil force was so powerful that a small branch landed directly into my arms. Talk about luck! I took it home and nourished it back to life.

Now it’s an elegant lamp that looks like a scyscraper.

Leicester
Ceiling lamp to bump your head on

I threw a massive 40th birthday party. Everyone was there!

Jay-Z patted my shoulder and shouted through the music “cool party mate” in a surprisingly British accent. I hardly had the time to reply something when I saw Selena Gomez blowing a kiss in my direction and mouthing “Happy Birthday babe”.

I thought this evening couldn't get any better but then I saw Monica Belucci, and her beauty took my breath away. I was in heaven!

What a party I thought to myself… What a party indeed...

Not a second passed and Boris’ blond hair was tickling my ear when he shouted in my ear that caterers need me. I sprinted over to the Chef to find out that cones for truffle flavour ice-creams haven’t arrived. What to do? What to do?

Then I clicked. Not far away, there was an old textile factory. It’s Leicester after all.

I grabbed Henry Cavill (thinking he’s a strong chap) and off we went to collect thread cones from the textile factory. Don’t ask me how I knew there would be 438 discarded textile cones there. - enough for all guests.

Everyone loved the desert and how it was served even though ice-cream leaked a bit through the hole in the bottom of the cone.

Three days later, when Rihanna finally sobered-up and left I decided to make a lamp to celebrate Leicester’s textile heritage. I didn’t have to look far for the best stuff to make the lamp from.

Leicester, thank you for saving my party!

Halo
Desk or table lamp

STORY COMING UP SOON

The long wait
Floor lamp that took me a while

STORY COMING UP SOON

Allegro Moderato
Floor lamp for cosy evenings

STORY COMING UP SOON

Mid-century fish bowl
Table lamp that frustrated the hell out of me

Last Saturday I took my grandfather for a walk just to get him away from daytime TV, and to give grandma a break. It was a sunny, warm autumn day. Colourful leaves adorned the trees and rowan berries glittered orange and red.

After half an hour, once I’ve done more walking than I had during the past two months, we sat down for a coffee and he asked me if I had been making any lamps recently.

I told him that I had “lamps-makers block” and couldn’t come up with any new designs. At this he smiled and said he has something very special for me. I knew I was in for a long story… This is the synopsis of what he had said…

“I once got invited to East Germany to meet Erich Honecker. He was a very nice man, polite and respectful but it doesn’t change the fact that the old bastard was a communist. And one very loyal to USSR! Is there anything worse than a German—born, Soviet-loving communist?? The only thing I can think of is peppermint ice-cream!

During the meeting, I decided that I need to teach him a lesson. Piss him off and get myself a souvenir.

East Germany was bound to collapse soon, so I thought that if I nick something valuable, keep it for 30 years, it will be worth a fortune in the future. In the middle of our meeting, Erich (without a hint of embarassment) said he needs to nip out to the loo.

- Bowel movement, he said and winked at me with a smile.

I took a quick glance at the large office and spotted a beautiful desk lamp. I needed to be quick. I grabbed the lamp and made my getaway. Unfortunately, whilst running down the corridors of power, towards the exit, the lamp came undone and fell to the floor. All I had left in my hands was this glass shade. I had to run so in the end I got away with this beautiful glass lampshade”

If you create a unique lamp… it’s yours - said grandpa."