Palace

It all started in a cafe.
A friend and i were talking about art. What is art?, What isn't art?, Who decides what is and isn't art?, Can anyone decide?, etc etc.
Most of the classical questions were simmered through, no real answer came out of it. It never does, and it never should. And, anyways, it's never the answers we are really out to find, we just like spending our time discussing it.



While discussing Duchamp and his fellow artist she was sitting there, playing with a piece of aluminium foil from her cigarette-pack. Folding, bending, twisting, folding, throwing it up in the air, watching it land on the table (or the floor, when it missed the table)
She said to me - So now I'm calling this art.
I replied: If you call that art, then I call it architecture. I'll make something big out of it.
She laughed

She had every right to laugh, she was right, or maybe i should say: She is right, for now. So far i haven't made a building of it, but a lamp, a garden lamp I've named Palace. Maybe i should call the future building Lamp just to make it equal.

Bench

From the first week at Aarhus school of Architecture. That's the resault of many beers and good teamwork.
A feather in the hat to us, cause WE WON!
It wasn't a big competition, but a competition is always a competition, nomather how big or small it is.

Made of white concreat and those metal bars that one is suppose to use to make it strong
Made by: Students at Aarhus school of Architecture
Inspired by: The never ending changes of the sand banks and sea that surrounded us at the "Rus Tur"

old eyes

The pictuer is from the trip to Sigtuna.
If you ever go there, make sure to drink a coffe and eat a Kanelbulle at café Tant Brun

When it comes to -new eyes- , the old view is still there.
There were no time to show her my hometown. She got to see wonderful Stockholm, sweet Uppsala, cute Sigtuna, and awful Alsike (the perfect place to see how -not to plan a villagearea-. If i go there before i leave sweden, i promise to take a picture.)