av fortellerkunstner | apr 24, 2020 | In English
What ties us together? A cross on top of a building, Christmas dinner with family? A Sunday trip with a friend in the woods? A language we have in common? Stories we know, have heard, believe in? In 1994 when Norway won over Brazil in World Cup football? I do not know...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 22, 2020 | In English
Once I woke up, I sat in the basement. I had gotten out the bed, gone to the basement door, opened it and walked down the stairs. I do not remember doing it, but I do remember the feeling of waking up in the cold and dark basement, wearing a cotton nightgown. I got a...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 14, 2020 | In English
The tiny legs looked like drumsticks there they ran after me down the steep hill. I was traveling again and had placed my four years old son with grandmother. He didn’t want to be there. I walked with long steps, he would never be able to catch me. He had to...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 10, 2020 | In English
Prince Thadeus has assembled a number of female storytellers because his wife has been struck by a desire to hear stories. He opens the long telling session with the following words: ”There is nothing more pleasing and glorious in the world, O my noble women, than...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 6, 2020 | Artistic research, In English
Artistic research – what is it, how it is done and by whom? These are some of the questions I hope I will able answer in this series that I start here. My focus is oral storytelling in combination with artistic research. There is an increased focus on artistic...
av fortellerkunstner | apr 3, 2020 | In English
What is hard enough to crush the rock mild enough to soothe the skin high enough to touch the sky it can relieve your pain and cool your heat In 2003, I was involved in creating a water project in Biermannsgården in Oslo for pupils in primary school. To get into the...
