Glasgow

The underwater room. A tale
I followed her steps in the woods
The princess, the wood nymph
Her floating steps over the fen. Until we came to the open black water.
Down there was a hall with crystal chandeliers
floating under the water surface.
A autumn ball.
In the underwater room, nymph of the water are dancing. Sad creatures that disappeared long ago.
The wood nymph. Ophelia stops at the water side.

I want to be the person that is far away and lost.

Two days of inspiration in Glasgow.
The time of the decadence. 1880 to the twenties. I want!
A exuange with the nabor town I needed.
The night was. A bit clubs, a bit dance, a bit wine and some more.
The next day. Glasgow school of art of the architect Machintoch.
Then a green belt, a sea.
We find a abounded theater scene.

I can’t believe what a wibe of Tove jansson I got.
Let this be a space, that molder and dies.
Graffiti works with the moss. Taking back what has been words and music ones.
Don’t let any landscapes architect develop this space. Just let I die.
I want to be Finland, I want to be Copenhagen.
Far away in the dark of Prague, or in the warm darkness of Barcelona.
But I want to be here. Be a bit British. I love as much as I hate the un practical.
High roof. My room is like a hall. But it is small and cold.
But with a high roof.
You can have a ball for two maybe.
A dancing couple.
Is that what the idea is? A student room that’s a hall.

And then a foresight of what next trip of vintage shopping will be.
A sweet small boutique. Where I find a thing that will make me even more Scottish. A white cozy jumper from the eighties.
As I would I never understand in Sweden.

And before I went home. A exhibition with books that disappeared...


This is what i find:

Glasgow school of art and a painting of Machintoch,
Aubrey Beardsley