Jumping Breasts

Did you mean Holy wood? I am not sure it is a Norse-like way of thinking. Yes Ibsen was from here but I didn't know him in my childhood much, seeped in British fairy tales and writings. Gustav Klimt is German I think, or was he Austrian? Yes. I am definitely not sure I belong there. But Munch, yes he is here expressing all over the walls of the National Galley and in his special museum. I saw 'The Scream' by him just today but that is not my favourite of his, "The Day After" is good- she lies there on the bed her arm hanging out towards the floor completely 'not there' perhaps sleeping, so expressive, as is the one of his sick sister, that the N. authorities thought was just sloshings of paint, (smörerier-buttery) it has such an intensely sad atmosphere as the mother leans over the sick child. He has done some fine paintings but is not my favourite painter. Perhaps it moose thinkings you mean? Thank you for having fun with me Orgami, your friend Ann

My left. That's all we've got left to brag about!!! Maybe? Og course it depends which way one is looking at oneself as you see me or as ii see you! Who really cares? Ann P.S. Munch's (moonks)"The day after" Dagen derpaa" is so very different in reality with he brush strokes ALIVE. But thank you Anna. He's not my favourite in the NatG. that is either Harriet Backer or Kristian Krogh. Harriet being a female impressionist with such a hypersensitive brush and wonderful colour along with the caught atmosphere of intimate homely places is a master(mistress of art) And then there is the Danish woman whose painting I have in my kitchen in Flatdal, she shares each day with me when I am there, and I love her every time I watch her, there by the scullery sink, washing the vegetables, the sunbeam streaming into the partly opened door onto the red tiled floor and lighting the yellow little curtains at the window, and then there's her RED skirt and black top, oh the atmosphere is wonderful. A haïku of a painting. Its a painting by Anna Ancher wife of a famous MAN artist of course, and I let people look of they wish to find out who!!!

So glad I amused you Ephy, life is not so good without humour and if one can laugh at oneself then one can manage fairly well in this strange old world of funny ideas of behaviour; I was running down the hill through the forests but it could equally well be on the beach, but there there are all those 'Bay Watch' type belles and I am certainly not competing with their looks!!! There are not many beaches in Norway, the mountains drop straight down into the sea, or with glacial granite smoothed they make slides down into it too, so I would have to go to the south coast, and SW to find good beaches, the rocks again decorating their sides, or being rolling stone pebbles sometimes such lovely colours, or where the sea has corroded the rocks there are tunnelled sections like witches cauldrons, in French "marmites" casseroles!!! But this has nothing to do with my "apples" as my father called them!!! Love and thank you Ephy from Ann of Norway.