Opening day of Exchange in Kerteminde

Opening day in Kerteminde, getting up and getting oneself organized inside and out for a few hours of SEVEN talk and enjoyment.
The weather is fairly nice, no rain around opening hour at noon.
We had decorated the bushes outside with our extra Canadian and Nova Scotian flags for this opening of Exchange.


Entry to the art store, museum and gallery.


The view when walking towards and into the gallery space.


Jane Nielsen, our contact person with the gallery had come from Aeroe to officially open the exhibit. She gave a short introduction of the group
To the visitors and talked about the importance and excitement of sharing work and thoughts across borders, and how important she felt it was that we, a Canadian group, was there to show the audience of the gallery what we do and how we do it. Then she asked me if I would be kind enough to give a more in-depth presentation of each of the artists of SEVEN.


Our welcoming buffet, grapes, white wine and pop, at a good height and easily accessible.


Taking full advantage of the opportunities the gallery had to offer. One being several plinths for exhibiting pieces up high and fairly freely and also some glass tops to protect smaller pieces of work, which worked out absolutely beautifully for Marie's Bitty Bawdies as well as for some of my felted fruits.


We found a shelf which could hold all our information + the guest book, which I hope people will see and sign during their meandering through our exhibit.


And a cosy corner was created with Kelly's poem on the dvd player and right next to it the basket I borrowed from a friend, so our big international crochet project has a home to sit in between all the times people pick it up and add some of their preferred colour or texture to the piece by crocheting their own little free spirited pattern onto what has already been scrumbled there. A note accompanies the basket and it's content explaining our hopes and wishes for the growth and progress of the piece.


And finally another view of the exhibition grounds. This is truly a beautiful spot, with good energy and gentle people around. I do hope our exhibit will be well visited and that our out-reach will be well received.


Greetings from the last member of SEVEN still in Denmark for a while.
Pia

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Preparing for opening of Show in Kerteminde, Sept. 12, 2010

We had an early start driving across Sjaelland, across the bridge over Store Baelt and finally up along the highway for the north east part of Fyn, where Kerteminde is situated. We were let in by Lene B the woman at work in the store, museum and gallery on this Saturday. Empty space what to do with it all.


Our Danish poster was up on the wall, reminding us why we were there!


As it was when the crate had arrived with the shipper from Copenhagen to Kerteminde midt August a small problem had occured. I thought I had measured the doors and the crate, assuring myself and the woman at the office that day that all was well and the crate was safe in the spot we had chosen for it. Ah, but sometimes unforeseen happenings take place and so it turned out that the crate was too wide when lifted on the forklift and it didn't fit through where we expected after all. Thus the freight man had followed the office lady around until they found a suitably wide door which the crate would enter without hesitation or problems.


And here is another surprise. When we opened the door through which we had been told to enter to get to the crate .......... This monster was sitting there with a smug grin, well, I thought so anyways. And it was effectively blocking the door which we were planning on entering through. We managed to pull the monster back a bit, open the door and upon entry discovered that fortunately there was another set of doors so we wouldn't have to balance in and out of a very tight place with our works, risking scraping and denting. That was a grand relief.


Kim, one of my two faithful helpers, staring at this magnificent crate, and finally asking me how I was planning to move the crate. I had forgotten to explain that the plan was to put some of the work in the back of his car and drive it the 200 meters to the back entry of the gallery. Other pieces which were too big to fit into the car were to be carried one at a time for this distance.


And so we opened up the lid and started to unpack the goodies once again.


Slowly, slowly everything was moved to the gallery space and the next step of the unpacking process got started, all the wrappings were carefully removed first from the pieces they were covering and next put out in an adjacent room so we could begin to see some order in the madness.
This is one of the strange and madening things when hanging a show in a new place, a lot of time is needed to feel, see and decide where what is going to go, there is no way that this can be planned beforehand.


Having a chat with Lene B the felting lady tending the shop today, she was so excited on our behalf, but keeping her distance at the same time knowing from experience that hanging a show and chatting to visitors about what is going on at the same time is not an easy task at all.


I have to say that SEVEN is rather thankful that Lone and Kim, good admires and friends of us all were willing and able to drive with me to Kerteminde to hang the exhibit for its third and last showing in Denmark.
Looking at the room I thought, ah well, it won't be excruciatingly difficult to hang this, it will be ok. And it was ok, except it took us 6 hours from start to finish. Six good hours of listening to the pieces and the walls and the plinths and deciding who needed to go where and why.
Lone was our trusted photographer, making sure that everything was recorded by camera for posterity.

Pia

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Pit stop in Sweden and bus travels

I left Norway on a beautiful sunny afternoon after a walk through a well known park with good friends. Had decided to travel back to Denmark via bus, not by air or boat.
I had booked my ticket in advance and got dropped off at the bus station in good time before bus departure. It was a fun easy ride, with many washroom and smoking breaks along the way.
This was the fourth or fifth stop, I hadn't needed to get up yet, but now it was time. It was a great stop to have chosen for ....


This is what I saw when instead of a smoke I took a small walk around on the paths laid out around the playground. A beautiful bird bath, I think in some kind of stone, I was so surprised and delighted to find this beauty out here at a rest stop along the highway that I didn't even touch it!


There were no birds im the bath, but plenty of sound and chipper to be heard from the surounding woodland.
By now I did have to visit this house


And once again I had to readjust some of my expectations. Oh, I thought as I stepped inside, I hadn't realized this was actually an outhouse .... Who digs the new holes when it is needed?
But couldn't really spend much more thought on that idea, since I needed to go and thus as I sat down and raised my eyes this is what I read


This was a composting toilet and the note reminded people to not dump unsuitables into then toilet since, the urine/liquids and solids were all being used for fertilizer and redistributed to Mother Nature, well, you have to excuse me but in my humble opinion that is completely brilliant since making a septic system in a rocky area way out in the boonies is just not really financially wise.
By the way when we drove out of this spot I noticed a beautiful large egg of the same material as the birdbath situated in front of a bench and there were other paths leading to what I assume now could very well have been other points of artistic beauty.
Next a little fat pony and a strong workhorse in a field rolled by and a second later the butt and back of a horse and rider far down a little country road meandered along.
Paying attention again, suddenly, the tv screen above the driver was turned on and I hear some talk in a for me incomprehensible language. It is an american movie with I think Bruce Willis and some person on a tape is doing the translations/voice over as the movie goes along, in what I think is Polish.
There are many seasonal Polish workers in Norway (and Denmark and probably Sweden too) and some of them are on the bus with me back to Copenhagen.
A surreal experience since right then I was writing the initial part of the sailing blogs, on a bus from Oslo to Copenhagen and we are on the highway in Sweden. Well, I am just saying this truly is international travels and I am loving it, even the parts I don't get at all due to language limitations on my part.
Safely in Copenhagen I got my suitcase from the storage room, realized that the rest of the group were all continuing on the bus, (the trip had been a little more than 9 hours by now) - I on the other knew that my bed was near, I sped up my steps and pulled at the rolling little suitcase and caught the #1A bus which it spite of it being almost midnight took me to my sister's abode with no hickups in very little time.
I love public transportations sytems!


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Co-habitation!

Interactions abound, there are so many opportunities for ... Fast Food and Fresh Water!


A grey crow on a bathing warf on the way to Kerteminde. He/she liked rye bread a lot!


Hungry Gulls in Kerteminde, when we were there to look at the gallery we will be exhibiting at in a little more than a week.



Young gull relaxing in a fountain in Kristiansand, a good place for a freshwater drink after having travelled the salty ocean for a while.


A strandskade (Danish), Tjeld (Norwegian) and ... I don't know what in English, however he and his buddy/wife sure enjoyed and got themselves a few nice worm-snacks in this little sandy area right next to the old fortress by the bay in Kristiansand.


Around the next corner was a beautiful fountain and once again someone was taking full advantage of the fresh water opportunities, and right on top of the fountain too.


All ocean birds, well except the thirsty pigeon, happy to keep their thirst down with fresh water and also I am sure, even for the ones who are not on top of the table, keeping an eye on any other available piece of nutrition in their vicinity.
Posted from my Ipad in Oslo, Norway
Pia

a photo of Morten Grue

It was an incredible series of serendipitous events that brought you to Franka Rasmussen, Pam.  Here's Morten signing your book.

Found treasures

I have come home from Copenhagen with an unexpected treasure. It feels like a reward for past research and gives me such joy every time I see it.



Way back in January 2009 when we decided to do this trip I was wandering through the art texts at the Acadia University Library and was drawn to a large volume called Beyond Craft : The Art Fabric - by Jack Lenor Larsen and Mildred Constantine. I renewed this book many times intrigued by weaving techniques, scale of the work, dedication to a large project, simplicities, complexities and creativity. Many of the artists' works in this book were the inspiration for the work I created for 'Exchange'. One of the featured artists I admired was Franka Rasmussen.

' In the morning I walk about looking, and I think: surely this could be better. 
Or : what muck you made yesterday...all the little talks one has with oneself. And then one goes shopping and finds four lamp shades.....I think it may be the only ability I still haven't lost in my ripe old age: I am still able to find things'
 Franka Rasmussen  (1907 - 1994)

During our first days in Copenhagen, Deborah and I decided to spend a morning in the heart of the city finding galleries she had earmarked as worth a look. We had a blast loosing and finding ourselves. My respect grew by leaps and bounds for her navigationally adept brain. We came across Folk Kunst, made a mental note to return, took a photo for an additional reminder and carried on. Then it eluded us for a few days and when you are trying to fit many things into one day, going around a block more than once just isn't time efficient.

a table runner

'It is a tremendous strain to teach while making something yourself, but I couldn't do without either: getting to understand other people's way of thinking, getting new ideas started...I called it 'composition', later it became 'form and colour'...I simply tried to improve their vision, to teach them to see what they see.' Franka

Eventually, in the last week, around one more corner where many triangular blocks met, that sweet little sign showed up again. Inside was a gentle man named Morten Grue, shop owner, puppeteer, artist, maker of found object mobiles and a past student of Franka Rasmussen. This tiny little shop had some interesting vintage folk art AND some work done by Franka. Morten had purchased her summer home with contents (they were friends) and the last pieces he had of her's were in the store. They were here... and available, two wall hangings and two table runners. It just felt right. To see and touch them seemed to fulfill a quest and complete the project. It would be a few days before I decided to purchase a piece to bring home but I am happy every day that I did.

This one stayed at the store.
Morten kindly gave me the book with my purchase.

Franka Rasmussen -  'My attitude is that I will do things because the work is exciting in itself....that is the experience I want. The result however is not interesting. I have never kept a record or collected photos, because once a piece of work is finished, I'm on my way to the next one. It amazes me that I haven't felt the need to sell, but it wasn't necessary for my self confidence or for the reverence I feel for my work...It was this: I made the things for their own sake. That was the reason for working.'

And I have gone shopping and found................the end of a chapter....................Udveksling next....Pam