Play with me?

What’s hiding or/and forgotten in the grass?

Make me a list! I’ll let you in on the purpose later.

If I pick your idea, there may be a prize …

And because I can’t stand making imageless posts, Happy Birthday to my old girl Molly, who is 12 years today.

Molly Sheppador
1 month old

Off to the big city for an art adventure

Well, actually I’m back already. Went to see an exhibition Friday, of one of my favourite Danish painters, Otto Frello. He’s 90 this year and doesn’t really paint much anymore, so most of the paintings were a repeat from the ones I saw 20 years ago. It was still a joy.

Each painting is a story, sometimes 5 different ones happening at the same time. Such as the two girls in strange clothes, chatting away in an old street. When you begin to study the image you see all sorts of weird creatures under rocks, in the windows of old buildings, Winnie the Pooh and Piglet are having a chat in the background and a hole in the street reveals a gang of prisoners(?) trying to escape. Or the painting “The funny man” where a fat jolly man dances for two disapproving ladies, while underground is a strange computer lab, in the far background is some sort of revolution going on, people are dancing in the nearby hall and through all of it a gigantic crack is threatening to tear both ground and building apart. Fun, strange, whimsical, surreal and so rich in detail you can keep finding new ones forever. Clothing is crazy and detailed, buildings remind me of Gaudi.

There was no ban on photography in there, the paintings are reproduced all over the web, so I hope it’s ok to add a couple here as well:

frello2

frello1

It’s time

Although the weather is turning photo friendly, there are also more things that need to be done. This means I don’t always have the presence of mind to dig out a daily photo for this blog. I’ve been at it for 6 months which I’m really pleased with actually.

This is not goodbye to you, just the #postaday for a while. I’ll keep up the posts – when I do it. Some galleries may happen instead.

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