Feb 10 2009
A winter pilgrimage to a summer house
All of us (are we religious or not) need a pilgrimage. Go to those places and that inspired events and works that are beyond our knowledge, convinced that they are hiding some kind of secrets. So, we visit the homes of painters and writers, as we do with shrines. What must be truth in that? Those places really have anything special, or were artist that created the unusual by themselves ?
I do not know, but I also pilgrim. Today, to the summer hut of the Norwegian painter Edward Monch. A year ago I “discovered” the work of this man which liked to paint sick and dying, but also white girls surrounded by peaceful landscapes, as this famous “girls on the pier”
Today, with several degrees minus zero, the famous pier was snowy, sea was icy, and the pier empty. As you can see , the house is still there, as is was, but the pier is no more woooden.
In the small summer house that Munch once occupied, all was silence. The snow gave it a peace that perhaps, his owner never enjoyed when alive.
You can read a post onsimilars questions, but this time about the Alhambra, by our friend Mark Antony
