The way I saw it. Including the Munch Museum.
The clock is at midday
The couple stand consulting what?
Google!
Where next to go?
Is there togetherness hanging in a tree???
Google?
Our camp site was in front of this intriguing hollow face
I saw it change with the light
It always seems light here
No dark, dark
So light changes!
so the face.
so do ours.
It could happen to any woman at any time
A statue alone in front of a fountain
What has happened?
Look carefully
There is a scar.
After all the nudes with large bare chests sitting at the fountains
It was a reality check!
Here is what was on a plaque.
FAGERAS 2022
Cecile – a woman with incurable breast cancer.
This is the world’s first statue of a woman with incurable breast cancer.
It is a statue made to give attention to, care for, and increase knowledge about those diagnosed with terminal breast cancer and who may feel left in the shadow by the focus on survival.
While the statue symbolises everyone with breast cancer, it portrays the mother of three, Cecile, who was diagnosed with incurable breast cancer when she was 42 years old.
The statue is a gift from Eindomsspar to the Norwegian Breast Cancer Society, made in collaboration with the Norwegian Sculptors Society.
Oslo
Norway
How do we travel?
Heads in the air flying forward
Me often directing with the sat nav
Or
Head in ground writing, painting, thinking
Not looking,listening,tasting, smelling!
The statue is called
TRAVELLER by Tori Wranes
Any traveller in Oslo will know that pansies are the in flower
Pansies are in most containers, making patterns of yellow in beds on the lawn
Pink here purple there
Oslo is pansy time this May.
Let us walk to the Munch Museum...
Here it is seen in the distance.
Views from the glass frontage at the top are taken by me.
I asked if I could share, my photographs of paintings and the answer was.
“Yes, but you mustn’t make money from them.”
I have decided to play safe, so there are none.
I particularly liked his
Elm trees in spring and The yellow log 1912 as well as Woman and Pumpkin 1942. These are part of a current exhibition Trembling Earth.
There were so many I liked that to pick out the above seems harsh. His painting of the Sun filled a wall with energy, colour, and pleasure. Here is a quote from Munch about colour:
The colours live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
looking
out from the Munch Museum.
It is so warm that people are
sun bathing.
Press on the photograph to see this pleasant sight.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and this is eternity. Edward Munch
(I agree, except my eternity will start when ” … the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and the trump of God and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Comfort each other with these words.“ 1 Thessalonians 4: 16 ,17 )
In common with Michael Angelo and Rembrandt, I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall than colour.
Edward Munch
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and woman knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
(This is what I saw in one painting: a child turning with her back to a deathbed her hands over her ears. The news is too much. A painting in which I felt the pain. Sandy)
Edward Munch
Oslo.
Notice the space for plants on the red building.
I do not paint what I see but what I saw.
Edvard Munch
Please press on this link to see some of the paintings as I saw them today. Edvard Munch Trembling Earth.
Thank you for letting me share the excitement of today.
Sandy 🙂
Very interesting art! Thanks for sharing.
My pleasure.
Very interesting visit Sandy What a privilege to visit the museum and see the very different statues! Life happens and it is good to be reminded how blessed we really are
Yes, my friend, and when artists bring it to our attention unexpectedly, the ‘penny drops’. Munch, as an artist, recognised that nature needed respect.