Another market. More special, more different, weird even… smelling like logs, fire, wood. Old wood, fresh wood, mud and of course animals. Middle Ages. Sorry, it was like this. Poor saint Kristopher was all white because of freezing weather. Next … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: November 2017
Jul Jul Jul… it started. Markets in tiny barns, bigger barns in those characteristic gaards… oh my it started. For sure. First one was Jul på Lauegård. In the old gaard, old rocks, bricks, old… but so cozy and hyggeligt. … Continue reading
Calendars… counting days. Everything based on nature, still seems to be so unnatural. We are forgetting about seasons closed in concrete cities. So still, why are they so important? Counting hours, days, years. Giving time so much meaning? And those … Continue reading
Sorry, but I hate hope. I mean really. Hate thins feeling… but from the other side, can not live without it, right? Got to see something in that fucking tunnel. Just have to. Because if not, I will stay here, … Continue reading
Old piece of paper with a first drawing of a child. Piece of a shirt, a box of matches, a simple pendant, cheap and old. A receive, piece od sea-wood, a stone… dried rose. Maybe a book, a notebook, a … Continue reading
Leaves are almost gone. My Island became so much more windy, but still it gives us sun from time to time. Perfect time to take photos, because the light is just precious! Amazing and one and only. Stunning. Clear and … Continue reading
Exactly. To buy or not to buy. So many adverts, commercials. So many people standing, waiting for a stupid Iphone something every time there is a new one, what in fact is very often, right? So often. I am not … Continue reading
One motive, one color. No worries if you fall in love in leaves and all you do is painting them, sculpting or taking photos… it is normal. One of artist from my Island Oluf Høst was obsessed with a barn. … Continue reading
The sound. The smell. Those colors… I love them. I bet there are bugs and pieces of mus between them, I do not care. They are like snow. They are autumnal petal s which you can play with… But this … Continue reading
One jellyfish, two, three… dozen. A funeral. Quiet ceremony, where the sand is just softly wet, and all the seaweeds sing quietly. Just by the sea, by this line, where the waters are still present, but not wavy. Calm, but … Continue reading