tirsdag 14. juli 2015


K A R I N        B J A R N E

This little piece is for my grandparents,
Karin and Bjarne.

They got married in 1949
I remember the story of the two of them
being recently an official couple and my
grandfather studied abroad in Newcastle and
my grandmother received numerous letters in
the mail from my grandfather, and at one
point the mail man said:

"I think he must be in love!"

to my grandmother. It's a little bit clichè,
but it's something so sweet about it.
She always tells the story with such 
enthusiasm and a little touch of humour 
even though she's 88. She's my proof that 
age is just a number, age might give you a few
practical restrictions, but if you're young
at heart, no one can say anything against
that your philosophy of life is wrong.

I just saw a documentary about the pianist
Alice Herz Sommer, a 109 year old woman
who was the oldest pianist and holocaust 
survivor until her death in early 2014.
In the midst of the german invasion in
Prague, she was asked to play, and she
played concerts which seemed to take
everyone even the german officers away
from the harsh reality. There were even
guards listening from the outside through
the window. It is a beautiful reminder
of what music can do and how 
significant it really is.

But the point of mentioning Alice is her 
appreciation, spark and outlook on life. 
Through music which she says brings 
her to another world, she has learned 
to see the beauty about life. 

People always see disadvantages about
getting old, but I believe that as long as
your mind is intact and clear, you have the
time of your life to immerse yourself
with the things you love, and just stay in
it, be it, create your own sense of reality in it.
And you can't be selfish about it, cause
you're old. 

But she mentioned that you have to get this 
old to realize life's beauty. It's a interesting 
statement, but I think that depends 
more on the individual. I suppose I would 
have to get old first to answer that, as I'm 
looking at my life in retrospective.

I myself have not experienced that kind 
of love my grandparents have yet, but 
if I do I would be forever grateful.
I do believe there's something special,
something more to love, like it surpasses
reality, I think the bonds we create
is not for granted even though in the end
we die alone, and we are sepparated. 
I think love goes beyond the dimensions of 
reality, and it's something worth living for
I believe. Just like the music,
the passion, for Alice Sommer, it's her
own sense of something otherworldly, 
something holy.

All pictures taken by Isabel H.R

lørdag 11. juli 2015


cascais ⎮ lisbon ⎮ obidos ⎮sintra

Here's some of the small things I've gathered on my two week long trip to Portugal.
A handmade flower band which I got in a small village called Obidos,
a small tile inspired by Portugal's many tile artworks, a note book I got in a
huge bookstore called Ler Devagar in Lisbon, two post cards depicting
Portugal's historical Fado, a music genre which is still kept traditionally as it
is a part of the heart and soul of the Portuguese culture. I've also got an
african shell, another handmade flower band, a doll being a
traditional portuguese farmer girl and a porcelain bird.

All pictures taken by Isabel H.R