a WEAK SUN on a huge nature

is Balestrand in winter. I took the photo this morning from my window. It´s easy to get lost in wild beauty, in these surroundings. Balestrand is the sweetest start to all this wilderness in the winterworld. Pale blues in white makes something with your mind. May be Vindreken is talking with someone up there ...

SOMETIMES MY EYES don´t

tell me the truth. When I saw this old photo I didn´t see what it was, the photo forced me to
think ... . So I did and it helped. The lady I saw is not the lady I thought I saw. It is no lady at all!
Hot sometimes, yes, but cold too, that depends on me. She is no she, but an it. Old, yes but
not old enough to be thrown away and it will survive me. The top of my lovely stove ... 

AURORA BOREALIS or

the northern light came over me in the south and I was shocked.

The sky opened up as it was was about to drown me in a huge wave

of colours. I had never seen Aurora Borealis before and almost run for 

hiding. Aurora Borealis came and went without a sound and with a 

stunned public, me. I was alone, walking the hounds but they did not 

see it. As always they had a lot of importent smells to investigate ...

NOTNOTNOTNOTNOTNOT ...

typography is great and I use it a lot in my work. The word used here is not, NOT but IKKE

the same word  but in norwegian.

NOT - IKKE becomes NOTIKKE, 

what a funny word. I might use

 this the next time!I used pen 

and ink here and it´s fun 

to do asit ends up 

meaningless.

Hvorfor skal 

alt ha en 

mening, 

alltid?

This is ... houses

I always return to, on the canvas. Hus er noe fundamentalt i our minds.
You are a part of the house and vice versa, even when you don´t want 
to be. Dette er kaia igjen, I have painted and sketched these houses 
more times. The quay is interesting with it´s old houses on a row for 
different purposes. One was the old post, stables, shop and shop, and 
atelier for an artist.

It´s EARLY morning ...

the moon has been fiddling around Vindreken for quite a while, vakkert?
Bygda sleep and the houses sleep, Vindreken sleeps but I am awake and have been so en god stund.
Om en times tid er alle oppe og står igjen. My view is cold in late november and the mountains are
dressed in their pale wintercolours. Wood for the stove are the main work at this time og the year. 

A life on the FLOOR

means that if I fall, the fall will be light. Klokken is almost seven, it´s time foret glass melk, kanskje? No, not a glass of milk but may be a dvd, U2 may be ... , or a book. Den tykke boken, is the most expensive book I have. Das ist einen deutschen Buch, om en kunstner, kunstneren over alle kunstnere, I don´t say anything more. It´s huge, heavy and beautiful. 
Jeg så etter en slik bok for years and found it in an atikvariat i Oslo, many years ago. 
Lucky me, I actually found one! The book and I don´t fit any shelves, that´s why we stick 
to the floor.