kreativt värre ...

... när EN klassiskt SKOLAD gitarrist och EN OSKOLAD klassisk gitarrist spelar/övar allt annat än klassiskt inför inkommande lördags pubunderhållning på Åminne Folkpark. Mellan varven reder en RIKTIG trubadur ut begreppen.

Den som hellre ägnar sig åt bensprattel till dom här POJKARNA kan ju i a f titta in på en bärs eller limsa.

VÄLKOMNA!

petrol perhaps but no green

Art kan never outdo or surpass nature's own way of expressing beauty, it can however try to interpret or explain. I'm not at all content with this thistle-softpastel, but I'm showing it anyway. When I was little I used to paint WITH thistles and paint made of "puréed" grass or flowers or mud and water... yet, when I'm sitting in front of my working desk with the opportunity to choose between hundreds of pastels I still can't seem to find the right nuance for the "flowerbrush".

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"Funny. It reflects no green" he says, the one I always complain to about things I don't understand - like colours. "Petrol, perhaps. But no green".

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Maybe that is why, in the middle of the summer, when my eyes are overflooded by green, green and green again (yes, I've been mowing the lawn this afternoon!) I need the thistles - not to drown and to wake me up.

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Because they reflect no green.

The way my blue eyes do.

Even if they're not really blue at all.

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the strangest thing

... and that is when the trumpetist announces ...

"Hey, You know what! No one has performed "Summertime" yet this evening!"

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Anni Paananen in an open stage performance together with musicians accociated to Jazzoo at Andra Sjö Summerjazz, Nykarleby, Finland, 2 July 2009

Photo: Christian Irjala

watercolour

Last saturday I went to see "my lake" and it's surroundings. After more than a week of unusually warm weather - for Finland, that is! - the vegetation stood in full bloom. This evening was cloudy, not very warm and my lake is tiny, tiny, tiny...

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... but it sure does shine!

white for the blues

white for the blues