18. December

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Excerpt from chapter 12

November Year 2015

Laura looked out of the window, it had begun to snow. A fine white blanket of snow soon covered the garden. She glanced at a small rose bush, it still bore flowers right here in the world which was turning white. It was afternoon. She needed some fresh air, and put on her coat, and went into the garden. She paused by the pine and looked at the rose in the snow. She turned her head and discovered some small imprints crossing the lawn, they were the size of a hedgehog’s footprints. She frowned, under normal circumstances, a hedgehog would curl up to a small spiky lump and hibernate now. Perhaps it was not a hedgehog at all? With curiosity, she began following the tracks, wondering where they might lead her? They began by the bushes and led her right across the garden and over to the hedge. She pushed away some branches, and through a hole in the hedge, she got out onto the pavement, which she continued along for a while. The imprints in the snow were clear, fine and small. Laura sensed a strong determination in them, they continued down the slope towards the sea. Now she was down by the still, dark water. The tracks went on along the path to the left, past the massive, dead ship yard without sound or smell. Right in front of the fisherman’s hut, the tracks ended. She paused at some distance from the hut. The door was ajar. Could the animal have gone inside?

17. December

blå rose fin (2)

Today’s word is Blue

Blue

BLUE

B L U E

You can get blue roses in Venice.Blue is an amazing film by Krzysztof Kieślowski. I have painted many blue masks. I have painted many blue landscapes. I have painted many blue oceans. Some old ladies get their grey or white hair tinted blue. I have mixed feelings about the blues. I love my very blue shirt from Ilse Jacobsen, even though the buttons have cracks. Midnight blue is magical. Blue. Blue. Blue.

 

16. December

1st excerpt from chapter 11 

November Year 1915

A smell of fish surrounded the cave as an invisible veil. Mostly flat sea fish had been netted on this November day. Jonathan had just skinned the freshly caught fish. In the night the dream had returned to him, but the ending had been different from how it usually was. He thought about the dream:

A young girl stands behind a thick glass wall. She has long, red hair. Her skin is fair, with a slightly bluish tint like moonlight on  water. She has narrow, green eyes. Jonathan looks further down, her neck is ling an slender, her breasts medium-sized, and she is rather tall. He starts talking to her: – We shall meet, you and I. There is something we have to put right together, he entreats. He pauses and repeats the sentence. But he notices that the words do not reach her. Frowning slightly, she gives him a puzzled look…

 

15. December

2nd excerpt from chapter 10

October Year 2015

The treetops still bore leaves, at the place where she stood. the harsh flapping sound was right above her. Flapping wings tore the beautiful coloured leaves of the treetops in hard relentless movements. Between the trees, towards the water, she could make out something dark, something big, the size of a human being. It went on towards the water, and had soon disappeared. Laura froze, glaring into what had just been a magical morning haze, but in a flash had changed into a wall of heavy fog and strange shadows…

When Laura came home, she wrote:

LOVE and LIGHT WILL ALWAYS WIN

Sometimes it’s cloudy

Sometimes it’s foggy

Sometimes it’s dark

But LIGHT is STRONGEST

LOVE is STRONGEST

LIGHT will always WIN

LOVE will always WIN

LIGHT and LOVE will WIN FOREVER

 

14. decembertekst

Dagens ord er ansigter

Ansigter

ANSIGTER

A N S I G T E R

Pokerface. Babyface. Stoneface.

Tabte ansigter. Krakelerede ansigter. Brugte ansigter.

Glødende ansigter. Døde ansigter. Hjerteformede ansigter.

Masker. Masker. Masker.

Grå ansigter. Sjove ansigter. Særprægede ansigter.

Firkantede ansigter. Karakteristiske ansigter. Vrede ansigter.

Plastik ansigter. Forpinte ansigter. Grimme ansigter.

Masker. Masker. Masker.

Smukke ansigter. Udtryksfulde ansigter. Sande ansigter.

Ansigter er vigtige. Øjne er vigtige. Øjne er sjælens spejl. Ansigter er livets spejl. Øjne rummer dybder. Ansigter rummer historier.

Masker. Masker. Masker.

 

11. decembertekst

Dagens ord er The Doors

The Doors

THE DOORS

T H E  D O O R S

Den sidste uges tid har jeg haft The Doorssangen, People Are Strange i hovedet, der er fantastisk mange billeder i den tekst:

People Are Strange. The Doors:

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange