Paper crumpling

Inspired by the work of Vincent Floderer I have tried to make stars and other shapes out of tissue paper with the crumpling technique.

THE CHAPTERS - part one

THE CHAPTERS

The red lights went out one by one, and he knew for certain, that the time machine had broken down. Again. He sighed. Wonder what caused it this time? Might take some “time” to repair. And well, next day’s off duty wasn’t as close as he had thought. He turned to the main computer – this old piece of machinery was still necessary when a major breakdown occurred. Bit of a pleasure also actually. Fun to use the “keyboard” – as it was called. And of course it was his specialty. Technician as he was.
Though “time” was off now – so to speak – he would have to be quick with the repair. The time machine did work in a – let’s say more than special way – as an overall “main-keeper”. Yes, all sorts of things could go wrong, when it was out of function. Recession might occur, wars would start – accidents and general social malfunction of society. Typically – on a fine day like today in the 3rd  (dimension that is) – he would have to stay here in the 4th  dimension – stationary work position – until everything was up and running again. Better call for the backups, he thought and put his palm on the plate sensor for communication. They wouldn’t be long.
He had just started running an evaluating error-find rinsing of the magnetic inner  cycles, when the gate area swirled with voices.
-Laurentius – what have you done?
The first incoming of the backup troupe was a tall, jovial man with a never ending ability to joke about everything.
-Juper. Good to see you. Afraid I can’t take credit for this. Where’s the other two?
-Plots and Galore are coming. Don’t worry – won’t be a minute.
Juper threw himself into the other cockpit chair – his feet at the edge of the control desk, resting them dangerously close to an on-off switch for the power board. He grinned.
-Now, let’s see what or who caused this little incident.

A sudden sound of a swoosh – or maybe two. Laurentius looked up. Two blurred cloudlike visions of human beings hovered above the control panel.
-Plots – Galore! What on earth are you doing? – Juper sat up.
-Sorry, but we couldn’t get all the way through – the time machine must have…
-You should be able to access the 4th  from the 3rd  when you have your vindications activated – with or without the time machine.
-Yeah sure…but eh…actually we were in the 2nd  when the alarm came.
-The 2nd !! What the….were you doing there?
-Juper, you know Plots is very interested in ancient hieroglyphs, runic stones – that sort of thing. Wanted to study them in their natural surroundings.
-Surroundings – hardly the right word for anything in the 2nd  dimension
-So – what now Boss? How do we get in? – Plots asked.
-Don’t know – I haven’t tried this before. Suppose you both have to follow us like the  two goddam foolish ghosts as you appear to be.
-You mean, we’ll have to STAY this way? – the desperation in Galore’s voice was increasing.
-No, no, no  – I mean – I hope not. We’ll find a way later.
-I think we better have to move on with the time machine. – Laurentius put in – you know the power source may become quite tricky to handle if the stop is taking too long.
-Power sauce! – Plots’ voice murmured out of the cloud – followed by a similarily murmured laughing sound – presumably coming from two persons.

Laurentius and Juper delved into the instructed procedures – and for some time not a sound was heard. Some time – but for how long was that? No hour or minute could describe the field they were in. And the comments from Plots and Galore in the cloud grew like small wisps of mist in a twilight meadow – their eyes just visible like flashes of light in the morning dew.
Now this may be an appropriate time to say a few words about the time machine. Maybe it´s already clear, that  this fine instrument has a central and – not to say the least – crucial function in the world (or the habitable parts of the universe, to be more precise) It has a function utterly far from previous times´ imagination of time-travelling devices. – The time machine in reality is holding together time, space and order. It works under laws of mathematics without any interference from old physics – today called the laws of quantumathematics – a development from earlier and simpler quantum mechanics – in all a purified universal law.  Thus the uneasy feeling within Laurentius.

The Chapters

The Chapters

a tale of future times.. and a time machine.

the story will be told on these pages.

In a geometric world

Outdoor coffee

Small stories don't make noise.

LOOK OUT FOR PEOPLE: 1 .Garden hammock - 2. Why do they pose like that - 3. Agent Escalator -  4. Well, I better move on - 5. Are you tired too? - 6. So, we'll do like this - 7. It won't be long now - 8. What do you think about them? - 9. Programme - what programme? - 10. Climbing wall - 11. I did notice that - 12. We both are.

HARVEST HOME - an outline for a series of drawings.

A path through the trees - first idea-sketch

This is the first sketch I made for my theme - a path through the trees - for The Sketchbook Project 2012. To me it was all about how to find the way/get through what ever situations you face. Not to be afraid of what or who you meet - to get there and back home again. Basic human feelings. I wanted to combine naturalistic drawing with sort of graphic, comic-like drawing and some fairy-tale, dreamlike chaos. I didn't go for a certain style - just keeping it all black and white.

Some new sketches

Just black and white fantasy - bit of colour. Could be anything. Shapes making patterns - patterns making shapes. To me there are trees and rocks in them. What do YOU see?

Sketches from Italy

These 3 sketches from Italy are some years old, but I still find interesting subjects for sketching in this fabulous country.

The Sketchbook Project 2012 - link to my sketchbook

The Sketchbook Project is a fantastic place to find interesting artwork, drawings, paintings, collages and much more. Why not start your journey from my place on the site: http://www.arthousecoop.com/users/Arkitektur57/   - take a look at my finished sketchbook, and go further on from there. Thousands of talented people have uploaded wonderful artwork at the Art House Co-op. It is worth a try!

Below are two more pages from my sketchbook.

Vases and rectangels

This is 3 small collages made of used gift-wrap. I collect used and interestingly dekorated/ patterned gift-wrap, that I make small collages out of or use for folding i.e. icosahedra, tetrahedre and small boxes.

Your face is familiar

Little Ages

A few samples from my finished sketchbook

Just made it! My sketchbook for The Sketchbook Project 2012 is finished - ready to mail only one day before deadline. It will go on the world tour along with thousands of other sketchbooks + it will be uploaded on the Digital Library of the Brooklyn Art Library - (and I will put a link here on my blog) 

The Sketchbook Project 2012 - still 7 pages to fill out before 31.January

Busy days working on my sketchbook for the 2012 Tour with The Sketchbook Project. My chosen theme is "A path through the trees" and I am trying not to get lost. My sketchbook will be in black, white and grey-ish drawings - lot of different kinds of hatch - with black ballpoint pen, black filtpen and pencil.
I will post it here, when it is finished - before I send it to Brooklyn Art Library for the Tour.

As an antidote to all this monochrome stuff here are two pantings, I have put together and worked on a bit on my computer. I call it "Grey Mask"

Wishing the best for everyone in 2012

Facing news - never heard about it.

Storyboards

Tørvejr inden regnen

En lille situationsfortælling (sorry only in Danish)

 

Modellen

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Skyerne trak sammen over Madison N.Y. jeg småløb for at nå i tørvejr inden regnen. Jeg tænkte på det som lige var sket – og måtte erkende, at det ikke var for min skønhed, hvis jeg blev berømt.

Skuespilleren.

Især denne replik! Det var sværest med tonefaldet – egentlig var det jo en tanke og burde slet ikke udtales. Men alle var enige om, at denne replik var selve kernen i stykket. Teatret havde jo satset! Denne gang mere end ellers. Hun måtte øve sig mere – være seriøs – ikke tænke så meget på aftenens strabadser. Teatergarderoben var kun halvt oplyst. Hun sad ved sminkebordet og støttede hovedet med begge hænder – plirede mod sit spejlbillede. Formede ordene: - jeg erkender nu, at det ikke er for min skønhed, jeg bliver berømt!

Forfatteren.

Denne gang var den hjemme. Hun lænede sig tilbage – kunne endelig slappe af. Når man tænker på, at det var et bestillingsarbejde – var det faktisk et lille mirakel. Ideen var der bare – bum – ud af det blå. Denne gang ville pengene komme rullende ind – der kunne igen blive råd til et par måneder sydpå – bruge tid og penge på sig selv. Når nu skriveriet var vejen frem. Hun lo lydløst for sig selv – jeg har erkendt, at det ikke er for min skønhed, jeg bliver berømt.

Instruktøren.

Af alle dage, skulle det være i dag! I hobetal stod ulykkerne i kø og så denne halsbetændelse oven i det hele – fra lidt hæshed til total hvisken. Måtte kindkysse sig frem i aften til premieren. Det havde været lige op over – hektisk som altid? Nej værre. Der var nok dem der ville mene med så megen råben og skrigen – sidste formaninger og nærmest besværgelser, så måtte halsen – stemmen jo slå fra. Hun åbnede døren til opgangen. Det var på 1. sal. Aldrig havde hun fortalt nogen om denne lille vane inden premierer. Besøget hos psykiateren var simpelthen hendes ankertov for ikke at gå op i limningen. I aften ville der være ro på – hyggelig snak med Gud og hvermand. Brede smil for pressen – jo, jo. Det der med stemmen – hun bankede på én gang og gik ind på klinikken – psykiateren kunne vel ”do the talking” – det sædvanlige om at være kendt – at være på – underforstået hystade osv. bla bla bla – ja, ja jeg ved det. Det er i hvert fald ikke for min skønhed , at jeg er blevet berømt!

Psykiateren.

Store næser, store egoer – mit klientel er lige ved at springe i luften af alt den forvoksethed. Kollegerne klager ellers over folks manglende selvtillid - for små egoer. Men her i min klinik kommer kun store, overmodne psyker ind. Ikke at jeg har bedt om, at det skal være sådan – det er bare blevet! Denne dags sidste lige ude af døren igen – alle tiders opblæste ballon – men meget morsomt – helt tavs og stemmeberøvet i dag. Selv baciller kan komme belejligt. Så slap jeg da for det sædvanlige ”åh , jeg ser dig da i aften på teatret, min kære – jeg har jo lagt billetter ude ved sekretæren, pst, pst” – Smil, smil og hav nu en rigtig god premiereaften – hvad var det nu stykket hed – nåh jo – ”Hun erkendte, at det ikke var for hendes skønhed, hun blev berømt”.

Modellen.

Hun var sent på den – måtte skynde sig. Optagelserne begyndte snart. Reklamefilm var hendes speciale. Ned ad Madison – forbi Calvin Klein og to blokke mere. Ud for en opgangs dør stod hun pludselig stille – et solglimt ramte lige ned, hvor hun stod. Læste firmaskiltene ved døren – læge den og den – advokat sådan og sådan – psykiater nå, nå. Døren smækkede op og med ét nu vidste hun, hvad hun havde til fælles med psykiateren på 1.sal, med instruktøren som kom hvirvlende ud på gaden, med forfatteren der allerede sad i flyet sydpå, og med skuespilleren på teatret – med lampefeber over det hele. Lettet gik hun videre. Så pludselig, at skyerne trak sammen over Madison, og hun måtte løbe for at nå i tørvejr inden regnen.

K.A.V. ca. 2009.

Lady of Shalot