today I will celebrate… celebrate that life is increable…
it really is!
the limits are self made in our brains!
me… struggling with life, struggling with existens, and yea… everything! The only thing that kept me alive was my goal, was my painting!
The story is long… so I shorten it very much for this moment of celebration by only telling this:
in one months time
I went from totally lost “in the pancake”, with 100 kr in my pocket – to flying Jumbo yet, first class to Perth, Australia – attending an Miss Universe event – as a guest! … and there was no strange attachment to this, there was only me surching for an mecenat. Another time I will tell the long version!
I went home after a couple of mounts with a lot of new inner windows to the world.
I had this man, MR Julio Iglesias to the table… not ones but several times. Ones he started like in a poetic way singing a song with my name… then he asked me how old I was… he thought that I was the youngest – I was not – so the song was not completed! Anyway, he was very nice… and after a while he did find someone to love for the time, the finish ex Miss Universe… she was not so nice towards me in the cab! There was a lot of limousine traveling between different events in 10 days… we were al hanging together. Mr Iglesias, and the friend I was there with were jury members. My god… there is so many unbelievable storys to tell… it really is increable
I´v heard that he has got KV 19… that he is dead… I do not know… but I wish him the best where ever he is… and his children… if he is dead, it must be a huge loss for them.
The Cinderella shoes I got from the person who took care of all the girls, these where the shoes they had to the bathing suits… how political incorrect can you bee… me telling this story!!
But I learned a lot, and that was very correct I can tell!
the only medal i ever got!
until now … as I said, life is unlimited
I had my first exhibition in a flat, private… this painting, below was the first I sold, surprisingly to a famous art collector… I didn’n know who he was – sounds like Megan M. 😉 – but that turned the table so to speak.
This painting was a refection of my experience above… the luxury trip to Pert in Australia 1979.