Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Well after being dragged to my creative writing class by the teacher/ author (who I got chatting to in the bank at work!) I thoroughly enjoyed my day!
This is me and the teacher sitting in the art studio:
It began at 10.30am at the National galleries on Princes Street, we were taken on a guided tour of art by Christen kobke a Danish painter in the 1800's. We were told about his life and what it was like to live in Copenhagen at that time. After an hour of enjoying his brilliantly simplistic paintings we went down to an art studio (walking through life painting!!!) and were given hints and tips to get us started.
This is the painting that I chose:
"View from Dosseringen near the Sortedam lake Looking towards Norrebro" 1838
Loads of people chose to write poetry or prose, but I went along the short story route! The picture was so vibrant, almost surreal but at the same time very ambiguous so I decided to base it on a dream! And here is what I wrote:
I often have this recurring dream. The dream is never exactly the same but the snapshot in time is. It's a perfect, almost surreal day, the sky is pale and only a scattering of clouds lay, with not even a breeze to fly my flag. My mother and sister stand on our humble jetty, they are still but filled with emotion, there's a boat in the distance and somehow I know I'm on it, and I am at peace with that.
My dream changes depending on my mood off the previous day. Sometimes I watch my boat come in -my mother and sister overjoyed with my safe return from a war that we have won. We bring the boat in and the men folk pull it up onto the embankment. We celebrate with wine, bread and good company. The next day, father goes back to his little white chair in the shade of the wall and looks over the river to reminisce on his old life as head baker of the citadel. I go back to painting and my quiet life with my wife. I know that all is well and I am at peace.
On other occasions my dream takes a different turn. My mother and sister still await eagerly on the fragile jetty but their joy and excitement of initially seeing the boat fades away. Father and I are not well at all, instead we are fully covered with a white sheet. Festivities are sombre whilst our loved ones celebrate the life we had and fathers chair remains empty. Although we are gone and have lost the war, I know my family will be kept safe by friends and family here in Copenhagen. I know that all is well adn I am at peace. "
Next month's class is on the impressionists gardens! I look forward to it!!!
Thanks for reading!