Spring maidens…

I call them spring maidens, because for me this is who they are… those fragile, but also strong and certain of their desires and dreams… dressed in white and bright green, beautiful, similar, but never the same.

Spring maidens.

When in groups they seem to like each other, but in fact, one tries to outstand another. Do not even bow, when winds make them, the same. Spreading this whiteness around, but also… trying to look better than those on the right and left, and behind them… There are also those lonely ones, which prefer to stand up tall and straight on paths, under trees and hidden under fallen branches.

Who prefer to just be alone, with themselves, but most of them create amazing carpets. White and wavy. Beautiful.

Looking at them is such a huge inspiration. For weird stories, fantasy stories, for those about convents and those about running brides. About gods and goddesses which never forgot their servants… but also about farms of perfect feminines. About this weird, ideal womankind which has everything what definitions say.

Just look at them.

Anemones… windflowers… This year they appeared here late, but we had late winter, so no surprise. and I could spend hours just lying down on the wet moss and take photos of them. Because there is something calming and in the same time energizing in them. Something so magical. So wintery too…

Another old mill

It used to be so simple. Two buildings, one for a small mill another for fishing… amazing stonework, thatch, woodland…

Beach so close, the river quietly singing.

Or after heavy rains bit louder…

Simple.

But the wheel is now silent. It only can whisper stories about heavy duties and fun… about birds, tiny rainbows created by splashing waters… if you are ready to hear them, if you open your heart for the past.

… about people waiting, kids swimming, trolls and home dwarfs being so busy… ladies in long skirts and headscarfs. With faces smiling to the sun and blue sky, looking for first touches of spring. Like me now.

But also about renovations, songs, lullabies, stories, gossips…

People meeting here old friends, chatting and picking up pieces of bread, some dried or smoked fish… and something to drink. Waiting for some flower. So called simple life which in fact made everything so arty. Somehow ladies had time to cover their homes in flowers or create pieces from yarn which are still so hard to be done…

Simple life…

So why we made it harder now? Not that I wish to come back to times when toilets where wooden, outside… but still, why such rush?

Boats

How much they saw?

How many monsters, how many mermaids? How many stories they know, how many people touched them?

In fact look… at all those colorful surfaces. So worn out a bit, or ready for a next color. What will it be this year? Red? Blue, or maybe something crazy?

Neon yellow?

For now they are still resting. Napping a bit.

The foggy havgus still keeps them on the land.

And here they are. Bellies up, resting, taking an early spring rest. Taking few more days off. Just because the time is still not here. Because they can.

They look like calm beetles but in fact they are the bravest creatures on the world. Small, mostly still wooden, so full of joy… so jumpy on the waves, maybe even now, dreaming about all that sea thing.

Salty, wavy, wobbly even… with weird humans on.

For me they are like from this other world. From a great unknown which is familiar with underwater live. Which is o open for new. Always ready to swim, but also always wanting a safe back home. For those in them. Because when you are on the sea, you put your whole trust into them. They are your land, home, bed often…

Boats.

Just boats.

Bye bye snow!!!

Winter is coming… I hope. Yeah, of course I got to survive spring and summer, but still, I do hope it is coming, and will again be snowy. Like this one. Which in fact here started with the end of February and ended…

Well, we still have few patches of snow. Tiny, but we do. And leaves are still not on the trees, no blooming branches, and flowers… well, not so many as last year. Like the whole Island was still waiting for something? Really? It is suppose to be 15 degrees this week, so why not? Have you lost faith, nature?

In yourself?

Oh well, we will see how it will come up, wake up. We will see or not, depends. But still, snow… yup, my obsession. With it everything is so much calmer, so much fluffier, softer, maybe wet and cold too, but I somehow do not feel it this way.

Nope.

For me it is just a beauty.

And for me beauty is everywhere. Around us. In nature. Is it only me, who do not find all those modern and high life labeled pieces… beautiful? But can melt over trees, rocks, boulders, paths and woodlands? Streams and lakes? Waves on an angry sea? Who gathers stones only because thy are stunning? And in fact weirdly unseen by others? I can not be that special! No way!!!

But when it comes to snow, those colors, this amazing blueness, those shapes, little rainbows, this light, cold which I love… maybe I am?

How is it, that people talk so much about beauty of diversity, being special and OOAK, but still… they do not buy jewellery from artists? From those who in fact create only OOAK pieces? Because the rest will not guess the label? Because the labels shows how much it costed and only this counts? Because it is easily recognizable? But… okay, those bags from LV or Chanel and others – sorry, not knowing all fancy names – they are so ugly. Yes, it is my opinion and yes, I took some time to do research. Those huge brooches. So… soulless. So common…

Maybe in fact common means safe?

Maybe safe is better, but I love snow, and every petal here is OOAK. I must be brave to love something so hated, so diverse, right? Oh my! LOL

The New

I hate changes. Especially those big ones which destroy trees, rocks… nature in fact. I do get people with money can everything, but…

Yeah.

Here is me.

Because when there is something working, cute and with a lot of toilets, why to change it? We had a lovely center in front of the mighty ruins. It was old-fashioned, cute. With a lovely restaurant. But someone decided changes must come and…

Okay, I get that Jørn Utzon the architect – not of this castle LOL, is now on the mighty top, and dead, but still… Yes, his project is really amazing. Like, we have few on my island (in Svaneke and Listed) already, so a next one is nothing surprising. But when everyone looks at the Sydney Opera House, his most famous work… I look a the hole in the woodland. The empty space.

Sad one.

I loved the old buildings. The small museum, all that stuff. A shop, everything close, in fact so well looking together. Now they are gone and we have this.

Okay, now it is all fancy, but in fact empty. Cool pictures inside and the movie… watch it here if you want to. I added the sound because of people. Sooo… it is all in glass, but also have a very weird parking where you can break your leg, and the roof which is so slippery and will be even more… It does not have pipes, so water is dripping on those down there… It seems to be so undone.

I think I hate it.

I see its beauty as a creation, love the pictures, the idea, but hate it. Miss the trees. Earlier you could just climb here and stand between the trees in the wilderness. See those cuddly cows, sheep and wild animals…

Now it is fancy. With a restaurant… which in fact do not have people in.

Will I use to it? Probably. But miss the old already.

As an archaeologist, who also worked in a museum, I can say it could be done better inside. It still looks so undone, and with all those people, so dirty. And so easy to be destroyed, and people nowadays do it so easily… do not care.

They come and sit, and do not move. Kids run wherever they want, it is so loud… Yeah, I so get you Leonora!

So get you.

So yes. It is art. Amazing architecture. But not needed. In fact that huge, enormous amount of money could be spent better.

Like for some roads, protecting the whole place… such a pearl. Like for some more trees which you remove so without a doubt and then are surprised that the soil is sliding down. That everything wobbles.

One and only place… and the view?

It was always here. But you could hug some trees too. Now… it is just a loud place. Killing the mood. Just wait until some weirdos will sit on this roof for a photo on Instagram, and fall down… we will have another tragedy.

You love me hates…

Okay maybe it is not hate, but just simple disliking?

Maybe I just am not fond of it, crazy as you are. And you know what, it is totally okay for us to be friends. You love coffee, I hate it, so I will not grab your last pinch of it… see, this is how it works. It is quite cool.

I hate olives, so you can eat them all.

You love mountains, I prefer the sea, and somehow we meet in a middle… or sometimes I find myself breathing hard up there and you, on the beach, not even touching the waves, just waiting for me…

Simple.

We do not have to like the same things. It in fact would be so boring if we did.

Really.

I would never know how amazing is to eat that weird stuff you cooked for me, or not tried those funny shoes which are so comfy. Differences can be such amazing teachers… if you let them. If you do not say: I will never try it.

Okay…

… with age we all get this, not so, wisdom, which ensures us in things we can try or are disgusted by, but still… we learn all the time. Even when it comes to ice cream. You love strawberries, I must have some cherry! You want sprinkles with it, I can skip them and give you mine!

Simple.

We are different, but we can talk together. We can dislikes things, but truly love each other. We can if we want to, so why people so often prefer not to desire communication? It does not need words. Really. A simple smile is so often enough. Especially if you are me, and all those quarrels have place inside one body.

Mine.

Kalk

My Island is a tougher.

She got hard boulders, blocks, rocks… she is in a huge part granite and gneiss… still, when you dive down, to he sandy part of her, you can find something thrilling.

A Lego Land!

Okay, it is Arnager: just a small site, mostly visited by tourists… With only few buildings with all hose living here all year round. With awesome wooden pier\bridge leading you to a tiny square harbor.

And limestone.

I mean amazing one. With dinosaurs inside. With all ti past whispering to you with all those stories and names. Because stones love stories. And maybe you got to listen very carefully to hear them, it is worth it!

Everything.

Looking a bit Greece like?

Combining the past, now and the future which in fact can be a bit big NOPE for it. Because all those forces of nature sculpture it very quickly. You can feel it. You can see it, how it changes with every day, with your every step, with every wind blowing, wave, rain, sun ray… with my breath even.

But there is something more.

Even touching the sea you can feel it how it takes all humidity from you. All the waters. Your fingers become white, your clothes too because I am crazy enough to come here, and take photos in black boots, trousers and hoodie. But… I prefer black, and limestone prefers me covered in a white dust.

Okay… I am alright with it.

I can not change it and I so wanna see all those shapes, all those blocks looking like Lego. I mean really. And those plants. So impossible, so perfectly shaped and of course used to this place. This is their home. Because every place belongs to those who love it. Because every place needs this love and every being needs a place…

… to love and to be loved.

Even if it leaves you weirdly dried and white…

The Wall

I noticed I am so easily amazed.

Most of people need shops, tags and all that stuff… but me, me needs old stuff, a lot of it, ancient is the best, no humans, I mean those living, loud and farty… and trees close. And the sea of course.

I mean really. Give me an old wall and I have all the stories, colors, shapes, structures… all the beauty from it.

It is so easy. Look at those bricks, this burnt wood. This past s naked now, prepared to be renovated. Not destroyed. such a great metaphor… not to destroy but always renovate. Bring it back.

But also… not always, because sometimes you need something new. Still renovated pieces are so full of past life.

It is not that hard to give houses life back.

And when brought back they can be much more special, much more grateful for everything you had done. Much more yours.

Such a scenery!

Perfect for a movie, photo on Instagram or just some inspiration. Or just seeing how the heck it all is combined together. Look at those doors, and tiny windows. Hear cows or sheep… yup, sheep are much more possible.

Listen to the past.

Look thru this tiny blueish window. Maybe you will see her, a little girl playing with young animals, so happy of spring coming… so waiting for a next dance, for her own birthdays for some candies her mommy promised her to bring…

Or maybe same girl, but older, looking at you, and thru you… looking deep into the grey sea where her love one is working hard. Grey wavy sea which is so dangerous. She has so much respect to it, but also, she loves those waves so much. Swimming, playing, finding pieces from far away lands, which she was reading about…

Or maybe, on a small step you will see an elderly her and him? Maybe they survived all ups and downs and are wise beyond, but to be true, they do not wanna talk, they only wanna put their backs to this wall and be happy with the sun warming their bodies. Still loving each other. He has a simple pipe, she a mug with some milk…

Just a wall, right.

No focus?

Or focus?

I mean in fact which photo is bad which is good?

How can you tell?

So often people like much more photos which I find boring or even bad. Too often someone tells me, that this one is perfect, and for me in fact, this one is the worst.

So often…

It does not matter. And so often it matters.

I do not get why? Are we all so dealing with others focusing on us?

Or maybe in fact we put everything in our art…

… heart and soul, soul, mind and heart…

Or is it only me?

Scared when someone pats my back?

How is it?

Do you wanna be famous, walk that red carpet and of course… be called a genius? Do you really? Think hard.

Everyday art – The Box

Something what I just love… everyday art.

Something like plants put into the soil or pots, but in fact creating a bunch, which is not only shapes but also colors. Amazing. Probably not even defining as art… probably, but I have different definitions. LOL

Very…

Or graffiti.

But this amazing one.

Sometimes… only flowers and little shapes painted on a box to which only electricians can look into… Or windows, in fact being a simple displays of something those living inside love. Gathered stones, driftwood, pieces of ceramic. Yup, on my island curtains are rare. Somehow people still are not scared of the outside, and of course want as much light as they can have…

But such pieces just melt me.

Look at this letter box.

Simple, earlier just silverfish, now… simple, but so suiting, painting. Using not only a combo of colors which amazingly are smiling to this redness of the door, but also do not scream. Are gentle, but not unnoticeable. How many people in fact noticed it? A bit hidden behind a big bush of roses and of course… on a street which is more nature than posh and fancy. And facing the coolest wall ever, which I will show you next time. Or maybe next next time… those bricks, naked…

Yup, I am so easy to be amazed.

Smiling, looking at something what pushes me to paint my watering can again…

Yes, I painted it.

It was too white to my life. LOL I do not like it with watering cans.

So… what do you think? Are you ready to paint your own life a little bit? Maybe in some crazy, unusual to you colors? Maybe? You can always wash it off. Only use washable ones. But try yourself in new, maybe earlier uncomfortable colors.

Just because you can.

And yes, it is a metaphor.