It is winter. With winter comes snow. I have one sentiment only for snow, and that is contempt. Snow has nothing to do with me or my world. But I had to buy new shoes in Oslo the other week to be able to cope with the excess of it. From my friends in Oslo, I don't really get compassion for spitting out my hatred, even though I do get some bemused smiles. My mother is Norwegian which means that I am supposed to be born with a pair of skis on my feet. Well, I'm not!
The image above is taken through the window of the Norwegian School of Sport Sciences. Someone who knows me, and knows that I'm not born on a pair of skis, also knows that my interests are no way anywhere near Sport or Sport Sciences, but I was hired as one of two art consultants at KORO, Public Art in Norway, to be part of the committee for new commissions of contemporary art to be installed here during the course of the forthcoming two years, while the school built in the 60s is being thoroughly renovated and repaired. My colleague in this endeavor, my fellow art consultant, is artist Torunn Skjelland, who also generously took me in on my stay in Norway. She had to take the hardest hits from my general hate-speeches about *s*n*o*w*.
Anyway, the work is fun and challenging, especially for the artists who will work with this amazing environment up at Sognsvann, an extremely idyllic and Norwegian milieu. When one thinks about "public art" one most often come to think about boring things. About sculpture from olden times or modernistic, um, crapshit. For me, the domain of public art is of course all that, but it also has a flavor of something else, a freedom that artists cannot find in a commercial gallery, neither in the museum or kunsthalle nowadays, when there are increasingly demands and regulations that more often than not kills the artists' intentions. For me, this is truly exciting and enticing.
After spending a really, really nice time at Kunstnernes Hus I went back to Berlin.