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...