First whole day in Oslo: a morning of talks and tours followed with a bite of culture at the Munch Museum. Our puffies and parkas were suddenly irrelevant under the pleasant midday sun. We contentedly shed them. Then our flustered group shuffles into the Museum a skinny hour before it closes–just enough time to take in all its bodily paintings that expose our longing, our follies and our conditioned ruin.
An unexpectedly important mammalian fossil impressed upon us our pristine beginning. Beady-eyed taxidermy contained some artistic meaning that went over my frazzled head. And, an elementary school planetary model provided nucleus for his seasonal art.
If not for the weighty seconds that each of us connected with the iconic work, our trip was made well worth it by the custard. Sweet and screamy.
Ha det bra!
Nice pictures Julie