Karin, Gunnel, Ruben Östlund Play m m

Karin och jag såg Ruben Östlunds Play igår. Hon går Konstfacks bildlärarlinje och skriver uppsats. Eftersom hon har gått Mejan/ Kungliga Konsthögskolan kan hon tillgodoräkna sig 1.5 år därifrån, de andra gör grupparbeten nu. Fotona är från 7/9 2006, hennes 30-årskalas i Jennas Gunnels Karins Tildas Jennys m fls gamla ateljé i Gröndal.


Och Gunnel. Oh blå.

Västerbron 12.10.


                                  VII

The morning song beneath the stars that fled
With twilight through the moonless mountain air,
While youth with burning lips and wreathless hair
Sang toward the sun that was to crown his head,
Rising; the hopes that triumphed and fell dead,
The sweet swift eyes and songs of hours that were;
These may'st thou not give back for ever; these,
As at the sea's heart all her wrecks lie waste,
Lie deeper than the sea;
But flowers thou may'st, and winds, and hours of ease,
And all its April to the world thou may'st
Give back, and half my April back to me.

ur Visions of Spring in Winter* Algernon Charles Swinburne

* but I do not need no, autumn winter on my behalf please freeze