Monday, August 5, 2013

The Art of Cultures in the Past and the Now

Art has never been so easy to consume as today, in the digital age. In the past the kings and the church owned it, as they owned all valuable things. To experience art is somehow learned, a young kid looks upon paintings with other eyes than an old creature with a long life behind does, and every human being has different interests, sensitivity and knowledge.
In the past you could pilgrimage to different churches and see the paintings in the cathedrals, the glass windows, the sculptures. Today you see the works of art on the computer, on film, in museums. The enormity of material is staggering.
We have both the contemporary art and the art of the past that remains. When I grew up, I though art followed a linear evolution, (and woman painters didn´t excist) now I´m certain it isn´t so. Art is like a vast field, lit up in some places by the current sun, and the components of the soil decides which plants grows best. Today, the machines are among our most important tools for making and exhibiting art.
In the past the tools to make art were for example the pigments of colors like the blue of Lapis Lazuli and vermillion red from cannabar, the wood to make Stradivarius violins, the snow white marble of Italy. A few could own the art and have the pleasure to see it and touch it.
Today, all have access to see and hear. But someone must take care of originals. It is either the government, on behalf of the people, or the collectors, who will guard our inheritance of art. The church has lost her power.

Surely the world will be a better place for it? To see all that beauty, all that music, all day long ...

The image is a page from the comic Wee Willie Winkle´s World by Lyonel Feiniger.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The mystery of photos

This is my grandparent´s farm on Senja, an island in the north of Norway. My grandfather stands beside the house. He was working with timber and buildings, and built this house and lawn with his own hands. My grandmother stands on the left side close to the little road leading up to the house. She bore seven children, three died as infants. They both got to be over 90 years old before they went over.

This is a glimpse into another reality.

I took a serial of photos using myself as a model. It was strange to look at the diversity of looks, the light, the expressions on the face. Looking at me from the outside gave me a feeling of strangeness, usually I look at the world from the inside, and it is other people´s judgement and reactions that tells me about myself. This woman, myself, now 55 years old, lived on the farm above when she was five. She ate rhubarbs in the garden and ran on the road visiting the neighbor´s boy almost every day, to play.

It is a time so long ago, I can hardly remember it at all. 

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Miranda tale

I´m working on my graphic novel "The Inner Monster". This is a fantasy tale. To analyze the Jackson film of The Lord of the Rings should give me some insights in how this works. Why fantasy? What psychological needs are being met?
I heard someone say that some people does not have a inner voice in their heads. That shocked me. The inner voice that speaks to me, my voice, is vital to my happiness and comfort. It tells me the Ingalill story, the tale that is created just for me, it structures my experiences and explain them. It speaks my logic, which sometimes don´t compares with the official outer world logic at all. The outer world has quite strict rules: the reality must be something we all can agree upon. This consensus bind us to each other, but can be misused. Think about the frames of christianity in its negative aspects, or communism. You cannot, or should not press your own world view upon others, but it is done all the time.
Fantasy literature do not have so rigid bonds. It can write about the world as you think it should be, or fear it could be. I find fantasy to be a road to freedom. The only borders are my own limit.

In the Inner Monster I´ll try to describe the loss of trust. What makes some people to become monsters in the eye of society? Fritzl, Bundy, Mengele, sometime they must have had a choice to become something other than sadists. What stories did they tell themselves? Were there any stories at all?


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