mandag 27. september 2010
søndag 26. september 2010
lørdag 25. september 2010
torsdag 23. september 2010
Don't cry, don't pucker your swollen lips,
Don't gather them into creases,
For that would crack the dryness
Formed by the spring fever.
Take your hand off my breast,
We are high-tension cables.
Look out, or unawares
We shall again be thrown together.
(...) However many rings of pain
The night welds round me,
The opposing pull is stronger,
The passion to break away
onsdag 22. september 2010
tirsdag 21. september 2010
lørdag 18. september 2010
Mandala by C. G. Jung
I had to abandon the idea of the superordinate position of the ego. ... I saw that everything, all paths I had bee.n following, all steps I had taken, were leading back to a single point -- namely, to the mid-point. It became increasingly plain to me that the mandala is the centre. It is the exponent of all paths. It is the path to the centre, to individuation... I knew that in finding the mandala as an expression of the self I had attained what was for me the ultimate. - C. G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
fredag 17. september 2010
torsdag 16. september 2010
onsdag 15. september 2010
Deep impact
Det er så fint å være her for det er så mye å se. Byen inspirerer selv om jeg er syk i dag. Endelig i gang meg arbeid, det vil si at det blir en fin høst.
tirsdag 14. september 2010
Käthe Kollwitz i Berlin
Jeg tror det er mitt favorittmuseum. Og nå bor jeg rett bortenfor der hun bodde.
mandag 13. september 2010
søndag 12. september 2010
11. september - 12 timer i Leipzig
Birgit Brenner, "Eines Tages wird es soweit sein."
I try to cut all unnecessary and decorative moments out of my work, until there are only the fragments left that are required for the story. There shall only be the relevant frame. The beholder can fill up the lack of images by the fragmental telling with own associations. (Birgit Brenner)
lørdag 11. september 2010
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one. Vast enough for search to be in vain. Narrow enough for flight to be in vain. Inside a flattened cylinder fifty meters round and sixteen high for the sake of harmony. The light. Its dimness. Its yellowness.
Room with My Soul Left Out, Room That Does Not Care, Bruce Nauman (1969)
torsdag 9. september 2010
onsdag 8. september 2010
tirsdag 7. september 2010
mandag 6. september 2010
søndag 5. september 2010
fredag 3. september 2010
torsdag 2. september 2010
onsdag 1. september 2010
det var her det hele begynte, derfor lover jeg å følge opp hver eneste dag
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
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