Showing posts with label Litterature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Litterature. Show all posts

Saturday, January 10, 2015

'cause I'm in a New York state of mind'


Den mest umiddelbare indvirkning New York havde på mig var behovet for at tage livtag med den lethed og råhed jeg mødte i kunsten der. En landskabsmaler i New York? Jeg var selv overrasket over hvor meget jeg rent faktisk kunne bruge Manhattan indenfor mit eget maleriske univers og udtryk. Ingen nye retninger kom ud af den rejse, men en masse ny inspiration, nye synsvinkler . . . som f.eks. en sejltur på Hudson River, der bragte os helt ned til The Palisades hvor der, overraskende nok, er overvældende vild og rå natur.

Om det er skove, bjerge - eller i dette tilfælde her - skyskrabere - der bryder horisonten, har ingen betydning for det samlede billede.

Oplevelsen bekræftede de retninger jeg allerede bevægede mig i . . . historisk vigtige kunstnere forblev de samme, jeg var interesseret i før - nogle af de abstrakte ekspressionister - Mark Rothko, Pollock og  Barnett Newman . . . og jeg så nogle fine arbejder af Hudson River School Painters.
Men effekten på mig var mere det kæmpe boost af kollektiv energi, jeg kunne føle i byen, og som vel alle der har befundet sig i New Yorks crash af kulturer, kunst og folkeslag i alle farver, har oplevet!



Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Wanderer









The River
moved further away
in the heat of the road
shimmers of water
towards the horizon


The Candy
which they gave her at home
she would place on her tongue
to taste her own roots
and draw comfort

The World
made of a matter that never
forgets, a symmetry so exact,
fatality at the Heart
of each Thing

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I know exactly how he feels

"A Year has 16 months: November, december, january, february, march, april, may, june, july, august, september, october, november, november, november, november."

These lines were written by one of my favourite authors Henrik Nordbrandt.

Even though we share the same country, this lucky lyric seems to be living half of the year in Turkey, while I am stuck here in the flat and windy landscape, in one of the Scandinavian countries. I am working as an artist, and my other passion is gardening. But I have to be patient and passionate only 4-5 months a year. The rest is november, november, november!

Ten Thousand Things

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

" Every fir tree, each of its needles, the movement of wind, all that I perceive and even more that I don't, all resonate with a vital hum. It is what the Chinese call the ten thousand things, all of them speaking out, saying precisely nothing. Each is its own center, the exact place where the world begins."

"To study the Buddha Way is to study the self, to study the self is to forget the self, and to forget the self is to be enlightened by the ten thousand things."

Monday, November 10, 2008

Norwegian Wood

Whilst reading Haruki Murakami's After Dark, I went to his new website, and found it really stunning. If you have been reading Murakami you will agree with me, that this site captures the feeling you gets while reading his novels.

My favorite is still "Norwegian Wood": Loaded with mystery, mysticism, sex and rock 'n' roll. The plot is addictive and draws the reader in so completely you mourn when the story is done. Read more: here

Writing

Writing is therapy; sometimes i wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation." ~ graham greene