WHERE, does it start or ... ,

there are no start or end in this world. Vindreken is both, 
heaven and earth og tilhører hverken det ene eller det andre.
Vindreken begynner ikke og slutter heller ikke. Vindreken is
everywhere, where I am. Jeg visste ikke at det fantes, noe 
som beautiful Vindreken før jeg fikk erfare dette over år.

(utsnitt av tidligere vist maleri)

www.vipsis.org , OLDisLAND or

gamleSKJÆRET with it´s old inhabitants KOMMER SNART! 
We in the OLDisLAND are the senoirs, the insiders and you become 
the outsider, not welcome and excluded from participating. 
You´ll peep into a closed society. Remember 
MEMENTO MORI ..., the inscription on a dial in a longcase clock
is a rule we all have to live by, even you. OLDisLAND coming soon:
www.vipsis.org

STRIPES IN

green er som en kode to a healthy lifestyle ... . Vi har codes for 
everything and use koder hele tiden. Well, I hope there never will 
be codes for using the lavatory. That would be catastrophic, do
I have to say more? Å skulle sette seg for å gjøre ..., og ikke huske 
koden, my good! Feil kode, your code is rejected and there you 
are ready to do what you have to do! What do you do? I am really 
sorry, I cannot help you. Help yourself, hvis du kan. Jeg kan ikke, 
and I don´t remember my codes. Jeg kan ikke slutte to go på do, 
is it possible to quit the need to go ... ? 

SOMETIMES IT`S

like small devils look like angels when they sleep ... . Spesielt når de er 
små. Small devils are georgeus sleeping beauties! Be aware, when they 
wake up they are sitt gamle jeg. Don´t trust what you see, trust your 
knowledge. Du vet at små djevler kan sette tilværelsen på hodet. They 
do turn the day upside down! Beware if you whish one ...

VINDREKEN is

is THE MOUNTAIN. Bare the name sier mye, the wind drifting around

it ..., is almost like a fairytale. Hvor er trollet? Can anyone see any trolls?

I don´t see anything but my eyes see just what they want to see. My eyes 
have a life of their own. Jeg styrer ikke der. I want red and de sier noe
annet. I don´t win. I never win. I have forsøkt lotto, i dag. Vent å se ...,
men tror ingenting. Hvis jeg was lucky, I could buy my own painting!
En god idea, the best one this week. En god idé during one week is good,
isn´t it?

FLOWER POWER,

THAT was A lot of flowers. I wasn´t one of them. Even today I´m not much of a flower.
Too many av dem får meg til å hide in a corner, to run as they smell. Such a heavy
lukt can wake up most from a deep søvn. There are power in a flower! De fleste smiler
og ler når de get a flower or three. Even I smile when I får en blomst. When I giftet
meg I did not get bouquet but my dress was black. Å gifte seg i sort, bad luck. Well,
it did not last, how could it, sort brud huttetu! How come, these white/black couples
with a bouquets manage to stay married, sometimes. The flowers, buketten er tingen.
There are power in a flower, it helps you in your daily life. "An apple a day keeps the
doctor away" sies det, but I say, a flower a day keeps evil, almost away, I am in a 
good mood today ... , plukk en, pick more!

TATTOO yes,

I like that word, TATTOO! Det er power in TATTOO. Nesten uhørt å
sette et punktum etter et så sterkt ord. 
Hva det er, means is less importent and I have none. I like my sketches
on paper. To look at myself and see all the dark sides of my past, 
nei takk. Det er bad enough as it is. Lines are nicer on papir, shadows 
too. On papir, you don´t have to bring it with you wherever you go. It 
must be heavy to carry, such a burden all the time, in the
shower each morning, at the breakfast table and that is just the start
of a whole day. Ikke noe for meg, nei. Så at last to sleep with, 
det kan være vel mye å sove med ... .