søndag 29. november 2009
lørdag 28. november 2009
fredag 27. november 2009
Om å minnast
eg vil gøyma
deg
under augneloka
henta deg fram
kvar gong eg
let att augo
eg vil gøyma
deg
under huda
stryke deg
med handflata
kvar gong eg frys
eg vil gøyma
deg
i øyrene mine
slik at anden din
voggar meg i søvn
eg vil gøyma deg
tirsdag 24. november 2009
Astronauts
Name: Michael Kutsche
Country: GermanySoftware: Painter
This is a commissioned piece I did for "Neo York", a collaborative art book project by New York based design studio Freestyle Collective http://www.freestylecollective.com/ and IdN http://idnworld.com/books/ , to be released in the next couple of months. Completely done in Corel Painter X. I truly believe that an artwork should speak for itself, it has to work even if the viewer doesn't read an instruction manual or the biography of the artist.
mandag 23. november 2009
NORD
Se oftere mot nord.
Gå mot vinden, du får rødere kinn.
Finn den ulendte stien. Hold den.
Den er kortere.
Nord er best.
Vinterens flammehimmel, sommernattens solmirakel.
Gå mot vinden. Klyv berg.
Se mot nord.
Oftere.
Det er langt dette landet.
Det meste er nord.
Rolf Jacobsen
søndag 22. november 2009
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
D. H. Lawrence
lørdag 21. november 2009
Einstein
If A equals success, then the formula is: A=X+Y+Z. X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.
- Albert Einstein
fredag 20. november 2009
Waterlily
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake;
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom, and be lost in me.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
And slips into the bosom of the lake;
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom, and be lost in me.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
torsdag 19. november 2009
About sleeping
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep.
~Dale Carnegie
lørdag 14. november 2009
Art of toilet-paper rolls
The origami sculpture are made by Jacquet Fritz Junior
The creation process and development of the artist is as unique as it is astonishing. The masks are sculpted by hand out of toilet-paper rolls. The pieces are afterwards coated with shellac and different pigments.
fredag 13. november 2009
Johnny Cash
I love songs about horses, railroads, land, Judgement Day, family, hard times, whiskey, courtship, marriage, adultery, separation, murder, war, prison, rambling, damnation, home, salvation, death, pride, humour, piety, rebellion, patriotism, larceny, determitation, tragedy, rowdiness, heartbreak and love.
And Mother. And God.
Johnny Cash
torsdag 12. november 2009
Courage
Take chances, make mistakes.
That's how you grow.
Pain nourishes your courage.
You have to fail in order to practice being brave.
That's how you grow.
Pain nourishes your courage.
You have to fail in order to practice being brave.
onsdag 11. november 2009
tirsdag 10. november 2009
Zapffe
Verden omkring oss og mennesket selv med sin jeg-følelse og sin livssituation fremstår som det komplette mysterium. Om altets tilblivelse og såkaldte "dypeste væsen" vet vi ingenting. Vi måtte først "vite" hvad det "er" å vite, d.v.s. skaffe oss et par sko som er så trange at vi ikke får dem på før vi har gått med dem en ukes tid.
søndag 8. november 2009
Nina Cassian
It's like the process of aging.
Just a process.
Your hair starts to grow wilder,
your skin gets smoother,
your appetites increase.
Suddenly, you sing in the shower and in the rain,
you discover a plant you've never seen before
and you munch it.
What's that tiny star on your left temple?
Maybe a bird scratched it with tender claws
to prod you into flying...
- Nina Cassian
Just a process.
Your hair starts to grow wilder,
your skin gets smoother,
your appetites increase.
Suddenly, you sing in the shower and in the rain,
you discover a plant you've never seen before
and you munch it.
What's that tiny star on your left temple?
Maybe a bird scratched it with tender claws
to prod you into flying...
- Nina Cassian
lørdag 7. november 2009
Berlin
Bratwurst salesman at Alexanderplatz in Berlin.
Great days in Berlin, went for the MTV music awards in O2 World thursday to friday, and had a lot of fun!
Not to much time for art and galleries this time, but next trip (soon:)
EMINEM won the award for best male artist 2009.
These guys played funky folkmusic on the street and should have been given a prize as well...what an energy!
And the Norwegian band Yoga Fire won the award for best Norwegian act!
Here with the video Superkul med kniv:
tirsdag 3. november 2009
mandag 2. november 2009
Regler for å være et menneske
DER er ikke bedre enn HER.
Når DER har blitt HER, kommer du bare til å finne et nytt DER
som virker bedre enn HER, hvilket jo var det forrige DER.
Klas Hallberg & Magnus Kull
"Hvorfor gror gresset?"
søndag 1. november 2009
Love
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn't put there to stay -
Love isn't love
'Til you give it away.
Oscar Hammerstein
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