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Been painting.

Oh,  sweet laziness.

I'm diving into the arts. And staying there.

I'll be your clown.

Painting in the making...

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My balcony has a litte tidy and cozy corner...the rest is a mess.

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Testing out the camera on my new mobile.

True Detective

The lives of two detectives, Rust Cohle and Martin Hart, become entangled during a 17-year hunt for a serial killer in Louisiana.

With Matthew Machonehy and Woddy Harraldson

This show is poetry! Love it, love it, LOVE IT!

It has a depth and a nerve that gets you hypnotized and you relay do feel like your witnessing something important... about being human. About dough ts, about love, weakness, bravery and the mystery of life.


The last episode was so good.
Rust had a moment in Carcosa where he felt like he was going to die, and he welcomed it. “I knew my daughter waited for me there, so clear. I could feel her,” he says, pushing back tears. “It was like I was part of everything I ever loved… and all I had to do was let go. And I did.”

See it... you wont regret it!


 

Duggdråper

Jeg tenker at døden har vært nær nå det siste halvåret. Min mormor døde 20 des. Aud gikk bort 20 juli...
Dette var to mennesker hverdagen min kretset mye rundt.
Det var mye av den samme problematikken. De var begge ensomme, slet mye med angst og tvil.
Tvil på seg selv.... tvil på livet.

Jeg fant et bilde av Aud. I en blomstereng. Hun var vel rundt 17 år på bildet. Så fri. Nå har jeg det her hos meg... innrammet... som en viktig påminnelse. Av at alle liv har begynnelser. Noen ganger velger man feil vei. Men man er unnskyldt i en del tilfeller. Man er et offer for omstendighetene. Du var et medmenneske. Så snill. Så klok. Klok av smerte. Dyp grunnet din erfaring. En nysgjerrig sjel. Du var glad i Michael Wie. Vi hørte mye på han sammen.
I det siste har jeg følt på et press. Som jeg legger på meg selv. Nå må jeg forte meg. Nå må jeg komme i gang med livet. Du ble bare 55 år. Føler at livet er så skjørt. Som en duggdråpe. Som kan bli tatt av vinden når som helst. Vi blir født for å dø.
Det er som om noe haster...  i en virvellvind av jul, sommer, vår, påske...høst. Det går fremover...hele tiden.
Men jeg bikker ikke under for mitt eget press. Jeg satser på å leve.... til jeg dør. Og mens jeg lever skal jeg elske verden... for det er den som vil redde meg.
 takknemligheten over at jeg har møtt to sjeler... som jeg kunne elske... er et liv verdt i seg selv.

 

Dagane - tekst og musikk: Odd Nordstoga

Ein gong kom kjærteiken heilt av seg sjølv,
og kvar dag den var av sølv.
For du gylte kvar ein augneblink med hugen fri,
og blenda var eg med på reisa di

Dagar som sand ut av hendene renn.
Om du tvilar, ja, så kjenn.
Den eine som den andre ut i vinden fer,
og tida som me har den reiser der.

Lov meg å vera hjå meg all din dag.
Ja, det lova me i lag.
Så gav eg deg ein ring, ja det var lettvint gjort.
Så luska og den dagen stille bort

Så langt
Så langt
Så langt som vinden greier å jaga bylgjene blå;
der skal eg fylgje deg, min venn.
Der skal me finne dei igjen.

Og ute luskar styggen
og skiljer deg frå meg.
Og visste me, så hadde me
nok kome oss i veg.
Og eg ha' bore deg på armen
gjenom skog og over fjell.
Og du ha' halde meg i handa
gjennom juv og myrke gjel.
Og eg ha' strekt meg etter deg
og du ha' strekt deg etter meg

Så langt
Så langt
Så langt som sola greier å fylgje bylgjene blå;
der skal eg fylgje deg, min venn.
Der skal me finne dei igjen

Alltid

Foto: Liv Kari Solberg

Jeg kan føle henne. Som henne.
I øyeblikk, en bevegelse, en livstrøtthet og tomhet.
Jeg kan føle hennes plutselige glede, som kom så brått og uvented fordi den sjeldent var der. Det var fint, men vondt, for den var så flyktig. Den varte ikke så lenge. " Jeg kan se du har det vondt, grunnet den plutselige gleden som lyser opp ansiktet ditt"
Du ble 55 år gammel. Du var sliten, hadde levd et hardt liv. Hvil i fred min sjelevenn.
Du var med meg og er med meg. Alltid.

Eg ser at du e trøtt

men eg kan ikkje gå
alle skrittå for deg
Du må gå de sjøl
men eg vil gå de med deg
Eg vil gå de med deg

Eg ser du har det vondt
Men eg kan ikkje grina
Alle tårene for deg
Du må grina de sjøl
Men eg vil grina med deg
Eg vil grina med deg

Eg ser du vil gi opp
Men eg kan ikkje leva
livet for deg
Du må leva det sjøl
Men eg vil leva med deg
Eg vil leva med deg

Eg ser at du er redd
Men eg kan ikkje gå
i døden for deg
Du må smaka han sjøl
Men eg gjer død til liv, for deg
Eg gjer død til liv for deg
Eg e død til liv for deg
Eg har gjort død til liv for deg

Tekst: Bjørn Eidsvåg

Something lost...

                                                             Hi there Sexy!

                                                                You mean me?!
Photo: Liv Kari Solberg

                                                        "Soul Meets Body"
photo: Liv Kari Solberg

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere


Death cab for Cutie Lyrics

Photo: Liv Kari Solberg

Leaving

They were making decorations for her grandpas birthday. She felt a belonging, a  break. But as she felt the happiness, she got scared of loosing it. She was 4 years old, and now living with her grandparents. She had lived many places, in foster care and orphanage.
She looked at here grandmother wit fear in her eyes, " Grandma, you don't think they will come and get me, take me away again? No, you belong here, your safe her. She smiled again, and forgot about here fear, and felt safe.

Two days later, the child protective came in the kinder garden, to move here to an orphanage . A women came. She looked out the window, and saw her ccoming.. . that face meant danger, that face meant leaving.

And then she saw here grandpa, he was coming to pick here up like he always did. But the woman talked to him, and she could see his body getting heavy, and his eyes full of grief. And then he walked away.

jeg lengter bestandig et annet sted.

Water and sun

 Photo: Liv Kari Solberg

 This photo was taken by putting som flowers in a fonten. I think its beautiful with the colors of the sun reflecting in the water , and the movement.... and the shadows. It kind of look like a painting....
                       

Dikt av Hans Børli                                                                                 

Junikveld

Vi sitter i slørblå junikveld
og svaler oss ute på trammen.
Og alt vi ser har dobbelt liv,
fordi vi sanser det sammen.
Se - skogsjøen ligger og skinner rødt
av sunkne solefalls-riker.
Og blankt som en ting av gammelt sølv
er skriket som lommen skriker.
Og heggen ved grinda brenner så stilt
av nykveikte blomsterkvaster.
Nå skjelver de kvitt i et pust av vind,
- det er som om noe haster...
Å, flytt deg nærmere inn til meg
her på kjøkkentrammen!
Den er så svimlende kort den stund
vi mennesker er sammen

                                                               Its a god morning! So far :)

One of my paintings

Hvil deg nå, rastløse venn
For i morgen starter ferden
Vi skal følge hverandre igjen
Ut i den store verden

Tenk alt vi kan få se
Bare vi våger det
Så glem din frykt og pakk ditt mot
Vi reiser bredt og langsomt

Øyvind Bremnes

Bright Eyes, love Conor Oberst, he is a brilliant songwirter!

This is the first day of my life
I Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I Think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me...

Thomas Dybdahl – Adelaide Lyrics

Yesterday it seemed
Life was just a dream
A bad dream
You watch them all day long
Feel you don't belong but you're wrong

Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide
Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide
Adelaide

You see the other girls
A strand of perfect pearls
And one day the sun will shine upon your face and you will find
Someone beautiful

Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide
Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide
Adelaide

And one day the sun will shine upon your face and you will find
You're beautiful

Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide
Life is good today
Had a pretty boy look your way
Don't worry Adelaide

Adelaide

Adelaide

Songwriters: DYBDAHL, THOMAS / KUHNLE, EDITH HAMILTON

“grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere

                                                         

My dad relay celebrated! With not just one....but three coke!

Happy! ( could that smile get any bigger?). First day of my exhibitoin!

Painting and a little bit stressed out about my exhibition.

Ane Brun. My favorite female artist above all!

I wish I had one last try
Hidden somewhere inside
But it's all been spend before

When I reach for it I can sense it in my hand
And when I try to grasp it
It's like sand, or water
Through my hopeful fingers

This just won't hold, hold
This just won't hold, hold

There's something so half-full about us
We get so little but what we get it tastes so much
We're always longing for more

Is this the end of the thread?
The thread that led me to lose my head
Over something that started with wonder

This just won't hold, hold, hold, hold

And even if a butterfly lives a hundred years
Or the stream of water turns around in the rivers
You and me, we'll still be the same
You and me, you and me, you and me...
We'll be the same

Oliver

The cat i found in the streets, he was deaf so no wonder he dint understood the cars were dangerous. And he didnt listen to me when I said, No, don't kill my leg! He seriously tried to kill it, with murder in hes eyes.
I got a deeply respect for parents with small kids.... I was constantly afraid he would brake something ore fall out from the balcony, he was relay a energized  boy.... And when he sleept I felt so happy...
Now he is adopted, and live as an indoor cat with another cat who is deaf to! So' a happy ending. My old cat is very happy, because she HATES other cats. And I am happy it all turned out so well....

“She wasn’t afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path.
Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live and she was always thinking that, in future, she might regret the choices she made now.
‘I’m afraid of committing myself,’ she thought to herself. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none.
Even in that most important area of her life, love, she had failed to commit herself. After her first romantic disappointment, she had never again given herself entirely. She feared pain, loss and separation. These things were inevitable on the path to love, and the only way of avoiding them was by deciding not to take that path at all. In order not to suffer, you had to renounce love. It was like putting out your own eyes in order not to see the bad things in life.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida

Have been doing some seriously thinking today....

Sugar in the morning!

Øvelse i kjærlighet http://topolinazalm.blogspot.com/2014/04/velse-i-kjrlighet.html

http://telemarkmuseum.no "Brekkeparken" i Skien

Like her!

Hør denne låten i WiMP: Linnea Dale - A Room in a City http://wimp.no/track/28683150

have been doing some painting...

Dementia

                                                  Old hands and a toy kitten
Photo: Liv Kari Solberg

Jag drömde dej
inatt igen
Samma gamla
dröm igen
Allt är mycket
länge sen
Och du är mycket
nära än

Jag drömde dej
inatt igen
Samma dröm
jag drömmer jämt
Du ser på mej
och går din väg
Och jag står kvar
på bara knän

De’e samma dröm
sen många år
De’e samma sorg
och samma sår
Du ser på mej
och går din väg
Och jag står kvar
på bara knän

Jag drömde dej
inatt igen
Du lämna’ mej
inatt igen
Och allt är mycket
länge sen
Jag drömmer än
Jag drömmer än
Mikael Wiehe

"Oliver" and me....
Found him woundering scared and alone in the middle of the trafic, its a miricale he didnt got hurt. He's just a kitten... properly 3-6m months old. He had a cut on the nose, and were dirty.... After I gave him food, ( he couldn't had eaten any faster!), he fell a sleep... tired and exhausted.
So', I am having him for a few days, until we find his owner. I bet somebody miss him. Cute boy!

I'm a cat person ....

Øvelse i kjærlighet

. Det var så fint sagt , fra godeste Lillo Stenberg.
Når det kommer til alt, til roten ... Utfordringer, tilpassninger, begrensinger... Kjærlighet er pulserende, men i gitte situasjoner blir den skyvd vekk. Glemt. Når man går forbi et menneske, en tigger på gata, (et menneske, en basal påminnelse men viktig, for mange blir behandlet som dyr),  ... ja man haster forbi, vitende om at det er en skikkelse der, men man tar det ikke innover seg. Man blir herdet. På et vis må man det, får å  overleve, for å ikke bli gal.
Bare man tar en titt på nettavisene, tenker man fort ganske oppgitt at denne verden går rett vest... For det er ganske mye mer lidelse i verden enn det er noe annet.
Men i  rus av ordene " Øvelse i kjærlighet" ... det var så fint, så ydmykt. Det er vel at vi alle prøver. Feiler. Oppdager og lærer.
Faller og reiser oss opp igjen.

Happy Easter!