This may be a weird title, but fnurra simply means a kind of whirl in Swedish. When there is a fnurra på tråden (a whirl on the line) it means there is a glitch, a communication problem between two people, mostly in relationships.
I can’t remember exactly at what point I started observing the electric cables above the railroad, but the first time I took photos was at our trip to Switzerland in December 2012.
This was no leisure trip, but a quick back and forth Amsterdam-Luzern, for a second opinion from a medical specialist. My husband has a tumor in his ear. It is classified as benign, but has made him deaf on that ear and if allowed to grow, it would eventually threat vital functions.
In order to get a complete picture of what the possible treatments were at that point, we headed off to Luzern, the two of us. Our daughter stayed with a friend. Night train to Luzern, specialist appointment over day, night train back.
It was nice to travel together, to talk to strangers in the train. To do something out of the ordinary, to get away shortly. But you will understand that there wasn’t really much woo-hoo! about this whole trip.
As we were waiting to board the train in Amsterdam, my eyes stared at the elegant – and seemingly useless – bows of cables above the rail. In our travel context, I felt that they were in a way a fnurra på tråden. Our travel was based on a physical glitch, something not right. A body that creates fuss and confusion and worries, cells doing things they should not be doing. Something that needs to be put right.
I insist to see the positive, to see the beauty. I wonder if railroad engineers see that beauty too? I wonder how the talk goes at their work, is it something like: “You should have seen the cable bows I made today, I managed to get a double bow with only so-and-so much cable!” “Oh, really, that’s cool!” Or is it like: “Oh no, this week we have to do that messy cable thing, I hate it…”
I wanted to make something messy but beautiful. A fnurra that you can gladly wear. Make the best of the medical mess.
Earrings was the best kind of jewellery for this, I thought.
And it was only when I had written this, that I realised what a good fit it is to make earrings for an ear tumor!
If you wonder: In the end, my husband chose for treatment here in The Netherlands and the outcome was good.
In the next post I’ll tell you how my ideas developped.