Internship

4 July, 2012

I have been applying for internships and sending of CV’s everywhere I can imagine as I need to get in somewhere and get experience. Luckey, they got back to me from Aurum press in Camden and I am starting an internship there on monday. It will last a month and I’m so happy to get a chance to learn and see the inside of a publishing house.

I have also got the chance to review art exhibitions and museums for One Stop Arts which is a site which focuses on London’s cultural life. These are fantastic news and I do hope they will like my first review I am writing on the olympic exhibition at RADA. I am planning to go there tomorrow.

Then I just need a job to be able to stay in London. I love this city and do hope that I will be able to stay.

Hello

29 June, 2012

 

I am doing well. I got my grades back and didn’t fail University which is cause for celebration. I have been taking it quite easy lately but have now started looking for internships/jobs/writing/whatever I can find and have a a few things that might be leading to something. I will keep you updated. I am looking for anything within media, theatre, film, publishing etc. Hard work but I will make it (hopefully)

I have been traveling quite a lot between Stockholm and London lately as Midsummer (big thing in Scandinavia) was happening. I have also been to Berlin for a few days to visit some friends. I have therefore been in three of the major European cities these past months; London, Paris and Berlin. Very interesting contrasts to discuss. Post about it is coming up.

Hope you all are well out there and hasn’t been to rained on.

xx

Erika

Art and religion

11 February, 2012

Art that changes meaning keeps on to fascinate me and I saw a good example of it the other day.

I was at the British Museum the other day with a couple of Swedish friends that had never been there before. It seems like a rule, that one has to visit the British Museum and look at all the old things the British Empire has stolen from all over the world. Sorry but that is what it is. Stolen goods and all the rest of it. an instruction manual in empire building.

As we were wondering around the Egyptian/Greek/Babylon/Roman/Old Shit department I noticed a man on his knees in front of a Egyptian statue. I couldn’t really see what he was doing initially as there was people blocking my field of vision. For a second I thought the man was bowing in respect for this ancient piece of art and presumably religious artifact (as most of the art from early civilisations was about either religion or showing of ones masculinity, see Babylonian art and you’ll get what I mean with masculinity show off. Look at those beards people!). What I thought was faith/respect/awe was however a hunt for the perfect angle. The man was on his knee with his massive Nikon camera and wanted to get a cool closeup of this 3000 year old piece of stone to show for friends back home.

What if the ancient Egyptians could see us now? I am not downgrading the man’s want of taking a good picture, we all want nice snaps from our holidays or maybe I am as this hunt for photos to capture and lock up in our photo albums is a bit absurd when one truly thinks about it. What is interesting is my assumption of awe. I don’t know why I thought he’d be kneeling down in an act of faith in the middle of a room filled with tourists. I have however become more aware, unsurprised and unsuspicious of religion in public spaces since moving to London. It is not hidden away so much as it is in Sweden. This was not a christian, muslim, hindu, jewish or any other of the “alive” religious artifacts one can expect a larger group of people to feel awe for. This was something that belongs to a culture that been dead for thousands of years. It is a culture we don’t even know or comprehend fully. Now we see it as a beautiful object to photograph and to look upon with admiration. Not as an object that contains any real religious power.

What will happen with the art created in our time in the future? What will happen when they take a look at a Damien Hirst, Lucian Freud or Lena Cronqvist in a thousand years from now? Will they survive or will the rest of our culture be the Olympic Stadium being constructed in East London now?

In my life lately

22 November, 2011

 

I’ve been saved

8 November, 2011

Oh I forgot to tell you about Saved! How could I forget to write about something so amazing and breathtaking as that play? I had tremendously big hopes for the new production of the 1965 play by Edward Bond which I wrote about earlier. Usually I end up being disappointed by such an occasion when I hyped up a thing. Not this time. It wasn’t as brilliant as Hamlet on The National Theatre in May but damn it was close. Why? The play is beautifully written in the way that its got a clear dramatic drive. The characters are well written and you can sort of understand where they come from and why they act like they do. The pace of the play was perfect, especially in the painful scenes involving the neglect and killing of the baby. I was slightly scared of the moment those scenes would turn up. Would I be able to take it? Would I be affected by it? Yes I was. It was cringe worthy to say the least seeing the scene when all the characters, who are supposed to be the family of the baby, ignores it completely. They also call the baby it, not by name or sex, just it. (I cannot remember the sex of the child, therefore it’s it here as well) The scene were they kill the child had also an amazing a brutal rhythm. It went from slow-paced to fast violence, they raised the pace all the way through which made it even more horrible to watch.

Was it necessary then, the violence I have written about earlier? I think I have to say that here it was necessary. I don’t think you can get the sam effect or be able to make a clear comment on these people’s lives without those scenes. That the young girl that is the mother of the child completely ignores it and then wants everyone to pity her after it’s been killed wouldn’t come across as so painfully ironic. It was horrible to watch and I heard a girl cry in the audience. The play was also, weirdly enough, very funny. It is witty. The actors had some true comedy talent in the way they moved around one another. Not to deny that it was pretty dark humored (the best in my opinion) but it was funny. The humour balanced the darkness nicely.The fact that we had managed to book tickets on the night a couple of school classes sort of helped to get the atmosphere. The kids reacted strongly to everything on stage by laughing, crying (girl during pram scene) and ohhh-ing.

It’s unfortunately not running anymore. I do recommend you to see it if you ever get a chance.

I was stopped in the street about a month ago by a woman who wanted to take my picture. One of those fashion bloggers you know. I had never heard of iut but let her do it anyway. Let’s face it, it’s fun and flattering when people like your outfit. I am not laidback enough to have developed a photo look though. I tend to go with massive grin or look like a deer in the headlights. Went with the second option for this occation:

Here’s the full link for more pictures and what she wrote about me. It’s quite a nice site and worth checking out for the other posts.

Kall Diktator

26 October, 2011

Kall kadaffi i kistan
Rutten diktator i kokande öken
Kängor
Krossade
Krampaktig kamp
Medan oljerockarna
Alltjämt klättrar
uppför kullarna i Hampstead.