The crayons box

The word has its own sound in my mind; it gives associations to warm summer’s days, blossoming fields, Christmas Eve with candles and stars…… A life with no colours is impossible. I would have got abstinent without the daily colour palette. I remember every ‘first day of school’ … best from the ’empty’ timetable where we were writing neatly every subject in their squares. It was a sacred time when The Teacher read up: First lesson: Bible knowledge….. Second lesson: Norwegian….. very much similar from year to year, but every time as thrillingly exiting….. and then: New crayons! ‘KEMA’ was the brand; eight  different colours. They lay elegantly on corrugated cardboard from white and the whole spectre towards black…  Glorious colours for joyous children. The only annoying was the lack of colour for human skin. White was useless! But otherwise the schooldays were happy! Our teacher loved drawing and painting, he himself, so he gave us many possibilities to use the crayons in other subjects than the specific drawing lessons. The most magnificent present I got in my childhood, was a Derventer crayon box with 24 different colour pencils…. and one of them was a skin coloured one! Oh you blessedness!

Your day is here and now
Is it grey
colour it with intuition and brilliance
Is the day light
store the light for heavy days
Is the day cold
get warmth from the sun beams of Yesterday
In every day is hidden
a shaft of light

The edge of the roadside hides big secrets , just bow down a little…..

The Birdsfoot trefoil impresses me! She fears nothing. She grows in locations where  you would not believe she could survive: In the road ditches she lights up in brilliantly yellow, somtimes she creeps underneath the wide mantle of Lady Mary, but mostly she is quite unprotected. She dears to go over on to  the road itself. You little silly trusty thing! She is  exposed both to man’s boot and car’s wheel. She is not far behind the Dandelion in strength and courage. Being so bright and beautiful she is nearly a danger for the traffic. But don’t tell the Road authorities, then they come with some chemicals….

Modest
but not shy
is she – this little Tiril

.. and we go out to meet the Day
wondering of small wonders..

..I wish us all a good day..

The watercolour is climbing, together with me, and slowly, but steadily, we’re getting there…..

To belong to, to be part of a wider context, is good and important. For me the watercolour is part of life. In the watercolour lies many words, some without connection, some go together into a meaningfulness. A story. About life and days, nature and all small and less small gifts from nature, big experiences and less big ones. 

From where do I get inspiration?
– from mind and thought
from your open eyes
from a child’s laughter and wonderful wondering
from a warm touch of a friend’s hand
from tear from eyes and dew on leaves
from speaking flowers and shining stones

Inspiration is just another word
for hard work
with joy

The waiting, together with many, give a new dimension to the day.

Much interesting might come out of vaiting in a queue. We hae got a shared goal, which joins us together in a special way. We know what we have ahead – we wanted to see Edvard Munch. But what we did not know, was whether our expectations would be fulfilled, a common feeling of uncertainty.  So there is a shared, common feeling lying over the whole queue this clear bright autumn day in October, but we all knew, for certain, deep inside, that we would go out richer from the experience.
And we were together, it happened to us all – that very same while! I believe that Åsmund, my daughter’s 12 year old son – when he gets to his ‘old days’ – will recollect this day and say to himself with a smile: «I went to ‘Munch 150’ together with Mamma, Aunt Veslemøy, Arthur and Mormor (Grandma). That was something of an experience!

We should do more of that king here in the world!

Holy days and every days

the everyday clothing
becomes holiday clothing
with happiness
over small things in life