two days later i am to be seen by 750 people at the vernissage....she works well..hypnotic is a word often used....her gaze drags people from other rooms and they keep getting closer until they discover that the strange spots that disturbs the portrait are shadows casted from the airplanes which you cannot see until you come really close....the focus turns and the image of the face disappear into blur...optic illusjon is also mentioned...my sanity is of course questioned and im not the right person to answer...im pleased to show a work fulfilling an idea...vision that for a long time was only in my head...im glad it costed as much dedication both mental and physically that it looks like...and im glad so many of my viewers sees that and share their experience of it with me (i know im not easy to talk too..and that it looks like i want to run away....but im glad for those of you who express yourself to me...i am)

I dont know quite what to say...the work has got the effect i wanted ... the expression works well together with the other art in the room...its a good feeling...i have not even touched the wine. ...im grateful to have such wonderful collegues to work with...its an honour to exhibit with you girls !

im very thankful to all of those who came on the opening night...and also who those who was not there but in every way have had influence on these pieces

but

no

im not done with the airplanes, vehicles or other machinery

not by far 

i planned to describe even more of the process for this work but time rushed rapidly on the later days and suddenly i was out of i-connection...so i just have to tell what i was not able to share : the sound of the fragile objects touching each other when packing them in their box filled with ployester...carefully arranged so they would not break...its so lovely that sound...like a fairy tinkle...also i have not a photo of me, late evening with 65 liters rucksack a huge cardboard-box containing four 40 X 50 cm monters and also a plastic box so carefully carried to the train. There is no picture of me sleeping on the train in a chair with this box on my lap...nor arriving Oslo and not finding any cab...spending an hour to lay the one km distance to the gallery behind me....but here i am...on the floor..finally....close to be sealed and hang on the wall...

I grew up in the 80's in Norway; a time where the cold war hang as a constant black cloud in a everybodys mind in a little country that had been occupied during ww2 and the post traumas that follows.

I dont think its obvious that children in my time and my surroundings should feel this things body-wise...after all; the US and USSRs power struggle was a bit abstract and far away and the invasion  distant in time. Still...this was a huge what you only can imagen have no earthly limit  to the size they grow into and this became sometimes consuming; the absolute feeling of powerlessness...the surreality of nations...the despair of destruction... the un-nature of it...and above all; fear of death...your own and those you love.

I dont know how this has affected me...im not afraid anymore but i sure has a despise for civilasation in many ways...and the constructions called borders i will never completely understand .

For what is worth i feel i need to work with this...for my own sake...and though i thought i might be through with this with "AIRBORDERS" but to be honest; there are too many battles and borders inside.Yet.

I think i want to share the orgin of the idea for the aircraft work...now given the title "AIRBORDERS".

If any of you have going throough my gallery of "selected works" its obvious that the work fly/ww2 is essential for my new production. Still there is another thing ive made which are just as important for this outcome; "missery is a butterfly" ...just a photograph...made in another context and with a totally different inspiration. But the brain works in mysterious ways and in this these two works has become one in a paler hybrid ...im very exited now that its closing up to do the final montage...