Hidden Camera & Modern Art

Today I went to Lousiana (the Danish Art Museum) with my ma on her day off, to go check out some jazzy fluffy stuff in the cold harsh weather.

Anselm Kiefer was half great half pretentious laziness. He made a big book "as a symbol of knowledge" and "you can know so many conflicting things" (yes, I love paraphrasing). Well, yes and your point is? It was very self centred only exploring himself and his heritage, obsessing about Nazi's, power and what is German (he's German), just incredibly egocentric. He had a series of pieces that he called "Herioc Symbols" where he travelled around to different cultural places in the world taking photos of himself doing the Nazi gesture of raising your hand straight out in the air, and made paintings of this. Horrible sloppy paintings of himself "heiling" in different places.

You see my point...

This is how it the lazy filler-pieces were justified:

"When the artist stands in the bathtub, as if walking on water, with his hand theatrically raised in the Heil Hitler salute, he picks away at a past of which he has no first hand memory. And at the same time the work carries the past and the tainted gesture into the present, to where we stand now. It was crucial for the young artist born on the losing side, in 1945, not only to confront the future, on which so many were taking out patents, but also to create a kind of living memory of the past." Overall valid points, but yeah right the author was working from this perspective...

The Walton Ford exhibit on the other hand, ticked all my boxes! Stunning larger than-life sized water-coloured animal portraits! Yeah it may sound daft, but it was incredibly well thought out, such great detail, made to look antique in style with relevant literature referencing (in the style of James Audubon), reflecting human acts and traits, and finally, grotesque up close when you realised what was going on.

The day in photos:

Before going to the Museum we got some pizza,

because the museum food is too healthy

Mom drinking some of my 10.6% beer

The walk from the train station is full of fancy trees

More fancy plants at the entrance:

The classiest "sale"-sign I've ever seen in my life:

I was so sneaky with the camera, I knew it wasn't allowed

Hence the awkward angles..

Anselm Keifer's cooler stuff, worth sneaking around for:

After this photo, security told me photos weren't allowed:

Cheeky intermission art, in between the galleries:

Walking through tunnels and down stairways looking for the second show

"I don't look at art, I am art"

Finally after walking through this labyrinth we got to Walton Ford!!!

Again, a very spacious exhibition layout

And I thought I'd wrap up with a full-stop.

Urban Suburbia

Today has been spent lazying about watching La haine (Hatred), drinking green tea, eating porridge, and sketching EP ideas (well the early morning). Nina is helping out (she studies drawing at Westminster) which is great because I don't love the "concept" Christian's come up with. I'm not into tacky geeky-lego covers.

In the evening, we met up with Glenn (our old art teacher) for some pints at Gyllene Praag once again. I had a Czech beer saugage-thing on the side which is a "typical Czech beer snack" apparently. I will know once I'm in Czechoslovakia, thank you very much. We concluded that women can't afford to be unattractive, they make sure to stay fit, it's pre-natively programmed as well as a necessity to climb on top of the competition and avoid social ostracism.

Then I walked back to my home in Urban Suburbia.

Gyllene Praag:

My hood:

Artsy Dreams

Yesterday I met up with Regina in town, boy, Helsingborg is looking snazzy!

We went to Ebba's Fik to shot some coffee and eat some cake.

Then we skipped on to the pub Utposten were we got ourselves a half litre of the cheapest beer, equivalent to £4.20...

We scurried on to Gyllene Praag (Golden Prague) my favourite pub to hang out in, to get ourselves some Czech lager. Yeah lager is pretty much the thing here in Scandinavia (if you want a half litre of Guiness you pay £6.60)

I spotted my old art teacher from high school, Glenn and so he joined us and we concluded that it would be best in this current social construct if everybody was gay (because you know, men are cultured to be animals)

Then Nina joined in from across the other side of the ocean

Nina and I called it a night, the fat man waved us goodbye and "see you tomorrow"

Nina, Regina and I decided that we want to go to New York again in August when we're all 21 (I'm the last of the bunch)!!!!!

here is the proof:

Regina on a crazy post-modernist bench!

One of the It-clubs in Helsingborg:

The super-organised architectural structure of Scandinavia:

Ebba's Fik (Café):

Utposten:

Gyllene Praag:

Glenn and myself:

Nina and frost in her hair (it's only -5):

Days of Haze

Broke as a bone but still alive. On Thursday I went to an art exhibition and Donna and I chatted to a bunch of Swedes swarming at our feet. Strange Tesco phenomenon... Friday work, and now work work work

Thursday's PLAY IT Art Exhibition

Libby's movie about her grandparents' Holocaust story "What can I tell you"

How strange it is...

Dress from the Zara sale

Friday's North London

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

Night falls in Dundee.

No I'm not a complete egomaniac, I did not title a post with "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" and then post pictures of myself. The song is playing outside my window.

I am ending my evening watching a commentary on Andy Warhol,

it's quite compelling!

This is where I call it quits and go to sleep. Allnighters are never a good idea. Let's pray tomorrow the skin around my eyes isn't blue..

Tomorrow will be an early day:

07:30 Gym

09:00 Hit the books

14:00 Viewing of a house I might be living in next term

18:00 Band practice

20:15 Surf Club

Barcelona, a noisy, screamy place.

The weather here has not been fun - rainy and cold.

The first day I bought a juice in a market, a horrible fruit and food market. I asked for mango and recieved something that tasted like watery pineapple.
"This is not mango." The salesperson that said "hey sexy" (hola guapo) to all the bypassers replied with
"Yes it is."
"Okay... where can I throw this away?!"

The second day (yesterday) we went to the Picasso museum and saw old as well as new, previously unshown works in the 'Secret Images' exhibition, where squids have sex with women. Egh! Men are perverts, artists are perverts - Picasso was a true pervert.

However, today (day 3) I saw something even more disgusting - baby squid for tapas. I put my pint of beer infront of the little squid on my mom´s plate, with it´s creepy head and everything! I barely touched my bowl of gazpacho.

The only thing I´ve really enjoyed was the Contemporary Art Museum. I crammed a poster bigger than your dining table into the depths of my bag.
It'll cover my dorm room prison brick walls oh so well.

Music Music Music

@ Templelane with a new bunch of girls, Zoe posing by my side.


Christmas Dinner was fun but far too brief.

Kirsten was experiencing cramps so Lizzie and I were the only two in flat 8 who headed out (with Tamar, Sam, Leah and then Zoe). We went to Templelane (2 for £5-cocktails and the Lichtenstein mural), 'twas lovely. Then we headed on to the Union...


We got more drinks, then hit Floor 5, then left, to went down to Mono. I reached my breaking point. I could not handle any more radio Rn'B songs, so I ran back to floor 5 again, alone. Met some nice people who were into music (go figure!) and hopefully they will pass on the skills of DJ-ing down to me. Then I tagged along to an after party where they had turntables in the living room and self-made recyclable art on the walls.
Am I still in Dundee? is what I thought to myself.
I also remember saying 'I think I could make better art than that...'