Daylight’s savings time has now arrived in Denmark, bringing with it ridiculously long days to contrast with the fleetingly short days of my arrival. It’s already 8:30pm as I write this, and the sun has yet to completely disappear below the horizon. Today felt like full on summer. I brought my book out into the sun on the front porch and read for a while, the heat sinking into my black jeans truly reminiscent of another season. Cleo the cocker spaniel ran laps chasing her semi-deflated soccer ball back and forth across the grass. The daffodils, tulips, grape hyacinths have already made an appearance. Denmark is the kind of country that even plants daffodils on the narrow strip of land between the train tracks.
Saturday, I took the regional train up the coast to the Louisiana Museum of Art. I’ve been to a quite a few art museums in my life, but this one might just be my favorite. After an incredibly thought-provoking and intense multimedia exhibit featuring the charcoal erasing animations of William Kentridge, I stepped outside for some air.
Spring is my favorite season
Loved how this sculpture was looking out over the ocean
I ate a lemon merengue tart facing the ocean and the Swedish coast, and with a sculpture garden to my back. Children were rolling down the biggest hill I’ve seen in Denmark so far, their laughter echoing. I was wandering through the rest of the collections when I ended up back in the cafeteria. Turning around, I decided to peek into the children’s room, where to my surprise I found a bunch of people my age painting. I can’t tell you what a joy it was to unexpectedly paint with this beautiful flowing, water diluted black charcoal stick. It was a reminder of how much I love creating things, and it’s put some new life into my violin playing. I learned the second movement of my Dvorak sonatina the next day. Here’s to finding the moments that inspire us.
Not a bad view 😉
My children’s room painting (and pastel) from the day
Ever lovely yours,
Eleanor