Elsker det absurde uttrykket som ligger i bildet. En ødelagt Bella (=vakker) midt i en haug av siloballer. Du legger tolkningen åpen slik beskueren kan skape sin egen historie. Riktig bilde til riktig tid; Bella i helfigur. Og komposisjonen er riktig fin:) Hoi!

Fett.

Enig.

LAS

The history of the catwalk – and Bella.
Bella the beautiful, Bella the charming, Bella the perfect one, made, created for projections of our artificial dreams.
Compassion is driving me when seeing her here – still in the best possible shape, no problems with any of the daily small worries we all know so good – a bit too much here, there and why does the time needs to show it’s ugly face on me; Bella seems to be untouched by the time, age and all other natural processes – her problem is of other nature, it’s deeper and more difficult to get.

Not lucky pill’s or cocaine, champagne or promiscuous lifestyle has helped her, her way from the catwalk until she was here seems a logical consequence of all her desperate attempts to escape her destiny – used, abused, misused.

Strangely enough – we have loved her so much, couldn’t get enough of news about her, reading every little rumour about her short life in the centre of the glam ours life, we even couldn’t resist to see her next to us in lonely nights – or worse when we were supposed to be enlightened by the attention we received as a present by someone with passionate interest in us - Bella was so present in our thoughts, sometimes called Kate, sometimes Marilyn, sometimes just Bella.
The few times, generously joining shopping trips, we pointed out clothes we have seen on you, we have seen monthly salaries disappearing in the wardrobe – after you have been seen in a new outfit at an Award ceremony – Bella, you have meant so much to us – I even remember times were all communication between me and my closed surrounding was using you as a catalyst.

Slowly you did disappear from our life, just lately we were talking with friends about you – no one did really knew where, what and why you were gone, too many new faces kept us busy – and, deep deep inside – with a small-minded, secrete satisfaction there were these thoughts – see, she wasn’t so much better than myself – ha – sure we concluded with regrets, must have been the alcohol ( or something worse ?), too bad if you didn’t know your borders – doesn’t it be better to stay home, go for a walk every evening at 21.15 with the dog, of cause we have also our wild times like Julebord, summerfest and some other great parties, but in the end we know were we belong too – it’s stabile you know. Stability is important – not boring; <I>(Or ?)</I>
No matter, whatsoever – you didn’t had this, fact – otherwise you wouldn’t be there – there where you are now.
What are you doing there anyway ?
Is it a reminiscence to the old life on the catwalk ? Are you walking up and down a last time – not showing any fashionable clothes, just yourself – the one you are ?
Are you showing it to the people who have used, thought that they needed you – or are you doing it just for yourself – for the sake of your own, personal freedom ?
Surrounded by these siloballer, offering audience, warmth and some hold – cold the frosty grass – but I guess you do not feel it, so occupied, caught in memories – you still have the graceful attitude which has made you so famous in your previous life.
It’s a touching scene to see you here, alone – in the middle of these silent spectators, but I get the impression that you are on the way to make peace with what has happened, you might see the fascination of beauty in a different light now – I hope that you understand that it is worthwhile to give as much as you can give – and more, when you get something important for you in return.
I’ll gonna watch you a moment, while you are dancing there for yourself – and I wish you good luck, I see you have strength, I’m sure you will find the right way for you – the trees in the background will soon start to turn green – this combined with their white bark looks good, fresh, promising – even the grass will offer you smell – and the colour of some small flowers – your time will come.



I know that I'm misusing your picture for the joy of writing a kind of dialog with Bella, and would like to apologise for doing so, it's a story started with the first one - and does surely not cover your thoughts about her - still, it's just one possible reflection towards some pictures you have created.
And it seems that you have succeeded with one important element of visual communication - the images do trigger some thoughts - maybe not the ones you had in mind - but I like the images really, the story and the open setting of the composition.

Enjoyable - but now my cigarettes are empty and I need to go downtown to search for ''Bella''.

Hei! Bildet ditt sier så mye bare i seg selv.Meget bra.
I tillegg har George skrevet det utrolig godt,alt som sies kan her.

Inger-Lise:)

George; thank you so much for making stories to my pictures, i really appreciate your long and interesting understanding of the picture! i'll soon give you the rest of the story.

takk alle dere andre også, kommentarer er så bra!
jeg blir glad.

-ingrid-

Hei Ingrid!
Jeg liker bildet godt. Facinerende utrykk i bildet. Liker at det naturlige blir blandet med det unaturlige.
Du er flink.

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