The road was busier now and it wasn't possible to stop at will, anyway I was keen to reach Oslo now, so I photographed through the open window with the smaller camera, the larger one having run out of batteries. The sun was getting low and reflecting off everything including the cars in front of me. Colours were becoming intense and strange with a kind of dustiness in the air. The windscreen was filthy with bugs and dirt and it took some concentration to drive. I realised that with no mobile, no map of Oslo and no Norwegian money, finding the gallery would not be easy. It didn't seem to matter too much, it had been a good day and I wasn't late. I had shown in Oslo before, in a group show in the nineties with a number of other British artists. It had been mid-winter and I remembered cold walks in the centre of town and ice skating and snow-ball fights in the suburbs. Group shows have a way of infantalizing the artists but also creating a sense of camaraderie. I don't seem to do so many shows like that anymore
The road was busier now and it wasn't possible to stop at will, anyway I was keen to reach Oslo now, so I photographed through the open window with the smaller camera, the larger one having run out of batteries. The sun was getting low and reflecting off everything including the cars in front of me. Colours were becoming intense and strange with a kind of dustiness in the air. The windscreen was filthy with bugs and dirt and it took some concentration to drive. I realised that with no mobile, no map of Oslo and no Norwegian money, finding the gallery would not be easy. It didn't seem to matter too much, it had been a good day and I wasn't late. I had shown in Oslo before, in a group show in the nineties with a number of other British artists. It had been mid-winter and I remembered cold walks in the centre of town and ice skating and snow-ball fights in the suburbs. Group shows have a way of infantalizing the artists but also creating a sense of camaraderie. I don't seem to do so many shows like that anymore
