Olav Aasteson fell asleep on Christmas Eve, slept for thirteen days and nights until he woke up again on Epiphany, January 6th. He wanted to tell about his visions so he rode off to the Church, sat down at the front door and sang to tell his story. He had in his dreamlike visionary state visited the afterworld, where he rode his horse across a bridge guarded by dangerous animals, he also caught a glimpse of Paradise, but first he had to go to “Broksvalinn” where the souls where to be judged. https://snl.no/Draumkvedet
Aasteson is assumed to have lived in the late Middleages and his story was written down around 1840, ” Draumekvedet”
I have always loved that time of year and ever since I heard about Olav Aasteson I started to pay more attention to these thirteen days. Last year I decided to make a drawing for each day in order or hopefully to come closer to my inner life that tend to be so rich at this time of year.
I will do new ones the upcoming thirteen days of Christmas.
25th of December 2014
26th of December 2014
27th of December 2014
28th of December 2014
29th of December 2014
30ieth of December 2014
31st of December 2014
1st of January 2015
2nd of January 2015
3rd of January 2015
4th of January 2015
5th of January 2015
6th of January 2015
When summer came I felt that time had come to walk the Camino. Hard to explain in any other way than it was something I had to do. I started in Le Puy en Velay in Southern France crossed the Pyrenees and ended in Santiago de Compostella and later Fisterra in Spain. It took me two months. There is not a day passing without a memory taking me back.
This walk marked en ending of a chapter, I headed back to Norway after 5 years in Switzerland. September came and I started drawing and working with colours and not having a piano nearby intensified the work and process. On The Way I had revelations, I experienced silent oasis of serenity, my mind was free from thoughts, my heart was at ease and my will was only focused on putting one foot softly and calmly in front of the other. What about trying to reconstruct this state in my heart and mind letting my hands instead of my feet work and on a piece of paper instead of walking dusty roads?
To separate thinking and feeling from my actions is difficult, but it is such an exciting and inspiring process. I can’t stop doing this eventhough every time is a struggle.