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Go jump off a bridge!

About finished with the Margrethe bust. She modelled for about 4 hours today. Ate some tasty salmon and garlic. This week she will be in plaster. Today, up at 7:30, I had the window open a bit and I could hear that it was raining hard, so I thought it was a great opportunity to get up and out. I went downstairs and washed the large plastic tarp which I will use in the studio when it gets cold. I scrubbed it with a stiff brush in the rain with soap. I must enclose the studio, so that when the heater is on the model will be comfy and warm. A happy model is a good model. Will put that up today, work on the finishing touches of Margrethe’s face, hair, ears etc…

Next pose, have to find a good model and pose. I have to find out about how to weld, get equipment etc.. preparing the armiture for a life size sculpture.

The weekend. Saturday started with skateboarding with Bjørn, otherwise known as “Johnny indecision”. Saturday morning, he changed his mind literally 12 times before deciding upon a roadtrip. It was pouring rain, so skateboarding was out. We were charging North all packed and ready for a hike in the mountains, then it became stopping in Sjoa, Jotenheimen. Bjørn had brought a hut tub thingy there for the propreitor. Friendly people, rafting possibilities, and beatiful nature. Bjørn had too many options in his cranium. Rafting, climbing, running up a mountain, riverboarding, etc… His mind racing with possiblilities. I never met someone that had more energy than me, what a SPAZ!!! We ended up jumping off a bridge with the Tiger karate club. Bunjee madness. I went first, decide and go, 1, 2, 3 and hurl yourself off a bridge over a shallow river with threatening rocks. A second or two of falling and adrenalin and then yanked sideways and down. Quick yank and acceleration and thankfully the Grar tied the knots right and measured it accurately enough for me to survive for more important things in life. Fun. Did some back flips on a trampoline in someones backyard. It helps having a trampoline in the studio It strikes me that a trampoline can be more dangerous than bungee jumping off a bridge. Could tweak your back, neck, ankle, go through the springs or use your imagination of ways to go haywire. Survived the trampoline, Bjørn debated some downhill go-carting option, hot tub relaxation, and some other options that I didn’t care about. I felt like relaxing before getting back to full time sculpting, drawing, lining up models and a myriad of other things pressing on my mind. We were staying in a renovated old school house, Grar did a great job with it, just perfect. It was his birthday, so we went to the country hootenanee, fair thing and bought hime some red wine reindeer salami, some homemade chocolate and a card. Said our goodbyes, on the road back through nice autumn scenery, we stopped, made a fire and cooked some dogs, Bjørn finally wound down for about 15 minutes before making some more business calls. I drove back to Oslo, it seemed to take forever. I learned that if you hang with Bjørn, it is impossible to predict what will happen, where, when or how. The last time it was walking aorund an outside party standing on top of his shoulders like they do in the circus, this time it was hurling myself off a bridge, next time? It’s anyones guess. Johnny indecision, spaztic action man. Sorry, no photo’s of the weekend’s insanity. Time to get a camera!!