Roses; epilogue

My rose text is done. Strange how one can work for weeks on a text which ends up at 567 words. But that’s how it is. For me, anyway. I have written this text on commission, it’s going into an exhibition catalogue. The text is written to a series of large-scale rose-drawings, pencil drawings in…

Roses

reading up & sketching down; roses in art (cont.)   Virgin Mary and Jesus is, one could be tempted to say, a standard motif in Western art. However, most portraits depict the virgin looking at her child. In this picture, by British/Austrian Marianne Stokes, Mary looks up and out, as if to introduce her young child…

The Sound of a City

I have been here two times befor, and still find NY to be a fantastic city! But still, I am tempted to side with Thoreau: I think that [people who live in the city] deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago. For an art-lover NY is full of wonderful surprises –…

Sea-change

How to write about nature in a way that makes the reader feel the landscape as if she was there; wandering through it … absorbed, possessed – ? Here is Jean Sprackland: Countless times I’ve seen the shore hewn and hammered, scattered with whole tree trunks, steel pipes, oil drums, concrete fence posts, dead sheep….

A talent for concealment and revelation

A breeze was blowing, and I could smell salt, seaweed, and sun-bleached shore. I knew, once again, that I’d found home. –Sue Hubbell, Waiting for Aphrodite I never tire of the coast because it’s never the same twice. The tides and the weather change its physical shape, and they bring different things to look at….

Fern studies

A visual diary – my visual diary – is, like any other diary, mainly a recollection of ordinary things; fragments of everyday life, normal oddities. When out and about I’m not looking for the outstanding or exceptional, but for the extraordinary within the ordinary. Like for example a fern unrolling a young frond. There are…

Into … & out of darkness

Barry Lopez says: real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness to understand it. I sense a truth in Lopez’ words, but at the same time I must admit I’m not able to fully comprehend the meaning of his enchanting postulat. But this is what I do know: when in darkness – look for beauty, because beauty can (strange…

Fools Like Us

It’s time to re-read a favorite poem Any fool can get into an ocean by Jack Spicer Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming Through riptide of rhythms and the…

A bathtub follow up

Time for a new Abreuvoir I spotted this watering place on my afternoon walk, not sure what the pipes are for – maybe just there to add some colour to my photo? I also found this beautiful harrow – left to rust in a corner of no-mans-land. And a tyre trying to become nature …

Where do old ships go when they die?

You know my love for beaches, for long stretches of land disappearing into the sea. For sand and salt water, empty places where the wind blows your mind out. The undisturbed beach is like paradise, a dream only some of us can experience. Far too many beaches are like hell, places for severe pollution and extremely dangerous…

Wild

I’m hiking in order to save myself – At 22 she lost her mother, in the four years following – everything unravels. Thats why Cheryl Strayed decided to walk the the Pacific Crest Trail. Strayed’s memoir about the hike, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, is a fantastic story about transformation and becoming oneself. The movie…

my life in pictures

Cynthia, at catching days, has a great project going on called 365 true things – she is presenting us for 365 true things about herself, 1 true thing at a time. Inspired by Cynthia I have started a blog called: en dag, ett bilde (one day, one image). A project about noticing the everyday – as it flows through…