Getting tenure is like climbing Mount Everest. You give it all you have, and rarely succeed. Sometimes life is a real bitch. The last months have been work, work and work. No leisure time whatsoever, no time with my family (when I manage to get home before bedtime Junior asks what I’m doing home so early), the garden is a mess and I haven’t harvested much, I’ve barely managed the washing, forget about cooking (husband and child living on whatever ready-made food the store offers), and thank god I have a cleaning lady. That pretty much sums my current status. Therefor this weekend was such a release. I managed to dig up the last potatoes, perhaps 6 kgs or so, and made the Ostrogothian national dish “Raggmunk” (potato pancake). Yummy!
200 mL oat flour
A pinch of salt
400 mL milk
0,8 kgs potatoes
Lots of butter
Whisk flour, salt and milk to a smooth mix. Then add the eggs and whisk some more. Peel the potatoes and grate them roughly, preferably with the food processor. Add to the pancake mix. Fry in a pan, like a thick pancake, with lots of butter. Serve with lingonberry jam and fried bacon.
There´s only 24 hours a day, and a majority of them are spent sleeping, working, eating and doing household work. It’s a marvel I manage to squeeze in some sort of cultural consumption in that schedule.
One of the things I love about outdoor art is the accessibility. I can enjoy it whenever I wish to. When I ride my bike to the office, when I stroll in the city or even when visiting the library. I also like the story telling aspect of it. Sometimes the story is very direct, when a statue is depicting prominent people or events of the past. Other times it’s more indirect, telling us of the time and context when it was made.
These are just a few of the sculptures I’ve run in to the last month.
Surface pattern designer who loves folk art, gardening and the good things in life.