springtime

I think it actually might be spring here in Copenhagen. You never know when it's going to snow again, but it's seem promising - birds nests, those small flowers in the grass I don't know the name of, and - most importantly - soccer on the great green grass! We played for the second time this season yesterday and I found myself liking the colony of people playing reggae and grilling next to the soccer field.

As I've mentioned before, I'm not a sommer person, so when I get these springtime butterflies I really don't know what to do with them; should I also be out grilling and drinking bear in a park 24-7 until September?

Stressful.

Ps. I don't remember who, but someone once told me something about electrical wires in cities and how they seem to promote some sense of community and collectivity. Copenhagen is supposedly a city with few of these wires in the air, so I thought I would immortalize a hub of wires in a photo.

Up north

The view from Louisiana up the coast is incredible (the island is Swedish and called Veen) - being from Elsinore, I'm used to it, but still appreciate it, especially combined with wonderful paintings and good friends.

There's a great story behind the Picasso-iron head, don't know if you know it, so let me just tell it: Picasso lived and worked in Paris during WWII and stayed there when the city was occupied by the Nazis. With shortage on iron supplies for guns, it was illegal to use iron for sculpting and other useless things, so Picasso, pacifist as he was, made this head (and its big!) anyhow, and deliberately put it where everyone could see it in his studio as a huge fuck finger to the occupational people, when they came and inspected his place.

The last picture is of the candle holder I bought there, this time in action with fire and everything.

Have a great weekend!