"Horny Woman" Photograph

I saw the light here in the darkness in a small town called Rjukan, down in a deep half-dark valley far up in the north where the winters are colder than hell, and the summers are warm like a paradise. It was in the far-away-year 1946, and it will be further every year.I stumbled about as a tragic half-human to find out who I was, but I only got more confused and convulsive as the years passed by. What in hell was I doing on this planet?When I at last met my beautiful partner, I had lived 50 years of my miserable life (of course, it had also been ups and laughter too) I was so exhausted that I hardly knew the difference between negativity and positivism - but never mind - she woke me up, and we started to sail away in our little love boat - first to Spain, and then to London (UK), where we live now. We have started a new life - in this life.What's next? I believe I still have to eat more bread and butter, potatoes, carrots, seeds, fish, eggs and garlic before I end up as a cabbage in front of the gate to my next life (if it exists a next life - does anyone really know?).I paint surrealism and naturalism (landscape) - my expression changes between the two directions 'cause I feel, and see, they fertilize each other in an ongoing inspiration. - Women are my most fascinating inspiration, then everything just falls into harmonious pieces by itself - but I burn for justice for every human, and my expressions also pick up that vital aspect of life.I've never found out why I'm expressing myself, yes, I have many explanations, but I always find a new one, so I don't know if the newest is the right one - tomorrow everything can be upside down in my little world, with a new explanation. I have learned to know that the reason for being an artist changes too fast, sometimes many times a day - what a whacked way to live - so I have learned to cool down. The inspiration is popping up all the time anyway, so why should I get frustrated and try to explain it? What comes out is something that urges to come out 'cause I'm living. Communication is just as natural as eating an apple in the shower, and if I don't want the apple, I can take an orange, or a daydream into paradise, or a day-mare into hell, to touch the difference between good and bad, 'cause that's why I'm living.