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heart throbbing, waltz #2

an email from a friend yesterday reminded me that sometimes between people things just aren’t the same unless you’re both back ‘home’. for the first time since I’m away (july) I’ve had, for a split second, a small heartthrob thinking that I really do miss him and that distance-friendship is hard to keep.
if you read this, please know you’ll be (along with my favorite ice queen) the first person I’ll share an iced mocca with once I’m in Vienna. we can talk about love affairs and complain about the world and hug each other until we choke.

miss you both so much..

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Finse, 02 (day by day)

Sunday, day one:
after almost missing my train (I arrived at the station exactly seven minutes before my train left) and the raised eyebrows of the couple sitting with me in the train after I accidentally dropped the milk container into my cup of coffee, I got to Finse. Getting off the train I felt a little confused, because all there was around was the platform and a hotel. a few little houses scattered here and there but nothing else. I heard two girls speaking english and recognised one of them, carrie, because I’d checked out her website the previous day. Anyway, turns out that both carrie and laura were going to be in the snow sculpture workshop; we were given the key to the steinboliger – our home sweet home for the week – and dropped off our bags into our rooms. I, of course, picked the crazy room with the broken lock, no drawers, but a nice view on the frozen, snowy lake…


I lived at number five :)

we had to wait for everybody to arrive, and it was already 6pm with dinner scheduled at 9, so we bummed around the hotel lobby (where our base/hangout would be for the rest of the week) sort of getting to know each other.

Monday morning started off at 7:30am, with breakfast at 8, a little discussion about our expectations for the workshop after that, and then we got our skis (yes, the only way to move from one place to the other was to ski..) and went for a ‘walk’ around the area.


gorgeous

By tuesday, I’d already decided that I was going to build an igloo!


work in progress


dinosaur-igloo!


the igloo lit from the inside..


pretty dinosaur


dino head. I want to hug him!


candle holders in the snow.

[to be continued..]

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sunday morning

After the early mornings in Finse, I am not used anymore to getting up later than 9am. I woke up twice this morning, and finally got up at 8, looked out of the window and saw that it was beautifully sunny, so I quickly got dressed, picked up my mp3 player, put a book in my pocket and an apple in the other, and went for a little morning walk around here. I was at the cemetery – it was nice and quiet, except for the occasional person walking his/her dog. Finally I settled on top of a little hill in storeveitmarken to eat my apple and read a bit of Murakami’s Hard-boiled Wonderland or the End of the World.
It was a good morning, got back around 10am and had breakfast (alone, because roomie is gone again..) with my book.

As I’m writing these lines the sky is grey again and I’m listening to Elton John – kind of glad I took the opportunity to get out this morning:)

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Finse, 01

back from Finse. still tired, my muscles are aching, sad to be back in Bergen a little, because I miss the snow. I’m not a concrete girl (haha) and I met some wonderfully lovely people there. Here it’s grey, I’m back in my Fantoft box, I’m broke and the trains I wanted to take to Oslo are mostly full and I can’t pay 1100nok for a train ride to one of the ugliest cities in Norway, so that means I won’t be seeing the boys for Easter, which is ugly, because I was really looking forward to going to the Wintermare show and hugging everyone.

I want to hibernate until the sun comes..

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zoom zoom baby

I was SERIOUSLY going to go to a wonderful gig tonight. it would have been FUN. but instead I went to a billion art show openings, had two ‘presentations’, ran around trying to get stuff sorted for Finse (did not buy my train ticket yet) and I JUST saw tobbe’s message saying that he’d put me down on the guestlist for tonight at Hulen. I am so pissed off at my lack of energy that always comes at the wrong times..

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spatial practices, collages and squats

this is going to be a long one.
I am currently sitting in the library, it’s quiet and it’s empty and it feels like a stormy day because the world started whispering.. This week started off with another Brandon LaBelle workshop (well, the continuation of the last one) where we have to do a work based on people. I was thinking of basing mine on the guy who works at Apollon, and to develop that further into a work about language/people speaking different languages/having to adapt, etc.. until I passed by Jonsvollsgaten and saw the anarchist flag. It’s a flag that’s sitting on top of the roof of a house that’s among other houses that are so close together, once you are walking around in the block it’s impossible to figure out which roof is which and where the flag is. Earlier last semester, rudi and I tried to find out where the flag was, with no success. So after school on tuesday I went to knock on some neighbour’s house asking about the flag. A girl was really nice and told me to go to number 6, I rang the doorbell and a very nice guy opened the door, S.
Turns out he put the flag on his roof to protest against the Jonsvollskvartalet houses being torn down, he was also squatting there and he told me the history of the Jonsvollskvartalet squat. we sat around drinking coffee among mandolins and he was so helpful, got me a lot of material, magazines, newspaper articles..
We met in town yesterday (he copied me the dvd of the small documentation they did about the squat.. with Erlend playing the guitar randomly at some concert, of course..) and had a lot of fun so this is turning out like it will be a great great project… and obviously now I have a friend for life and a lot of connections into the anarchist Bergen scene, haha.
Parallel to the spatial practice, I’m in a collage course with Dag. it’s now the second week, so I am doing some class-hopping, as well as working on my very secret sculpture… and in two days I am off to Finse, to beautifully freeze my ass off in a beautiful setting in the middle of nowhere… obviously making art. ICE SCULPTURE for realz. Kind of looking forward to it, at the same time this means I will be spending a lot of money that should probably be spent on rent instead.. or on my Oslo train ticket (going there for Easter… AGAIN)

and now I’m off to go see what Ricardo has made for dinner (projects involving MUSIC and FOOD are the best ones.. ever).
I’m curious.

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spring cleaning

Our flat is smelling of chlorine and so are my hands – just took advantage of the crazy weather, spent half of the day cleaning the floors, scrubbing the sink, cleaning the toilet, etc; even though now it all seems exactly the same (especially our shitty grey floors), just a little shinier (exception made for afore-mentioned shitty floors) – and the other half sleeping in and listening to music and watching a movie I would not recommend to anyone, so shhh, the title will be kept secret.
Now listening to radiohead and updating art-star a little. go look, come on!

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Oslo, once again

My wonderful trip to Oslo included:
hanging around town with my huge backpack and almost no sleep on the first day
a 15-hour shift at By:Larm
wonderful dinner cooked by Tyge and yours truly
lots of margitlove
Munch museum
kind of looking for Munch’s grave but then being too tired and hanging out on a bench at the cemetery instead
eating cold fried tofu rice outside some library
meeting too many spanish people
lots of gigs
FREE BEER on my last night at Mono


this is not a junkie


this is not a junkie sitting next to a girl who can’t smile and looks retarded on pictures


I almost slipped on the ice and fell on my ass to take this picture

Oslo is ugly, but it’s cool to hang out. I love the area around BlÃ¥, it reminds me of Camden Town, in a good way.