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

End of hiatus

19 May, 2012

Hello!

I am sorry for yet again having a major break from this blog. The reason this time has been the fact that I had my final work for university to take care of. I have written a bunch of essays, a full play of 12.000 words with critical commentary and some short stories. Things have been hectic to say the least. The blog was therefore rather neglected which was a shame as I missed it. I am now finished with a second degree (I know I’m a retard who likes to study) in Film and Creative Writing and am as a thousand other students uncertain on what I’m going to do now. Apply for internships and just try to get a job is the plan but who knows. One thing I do know is that I must continue writing. I also think that I will stay in London as it is full with so much creative wonderful people. Let’s post some of my work and see what you think!

First of is the portfolio blog I did for my Film Context and Research class in which I posted most of my work from my three years at university.

http://erikaholstportfolio.wordpress.com/

Kitchen Art

9 March, 2012

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just decorating a bit

1 March, 2012

Tove Jansson in her studio

 

Whale poster.

Me as a 4 year old hunting pigeons in Venice

Art and Illness

28 February, 2012

I’m sorry for the vast silence on this blog these latest couple of weeks but got some nasty virus and have had people here visiting. Today is the first day for a long time in which I have felt like I could walk without dying. The illness! That is something that could be discussed though. The aesthetics of illness and sickness in art. There’s a lot to find here guys! Just think of all the TB and dying that’s been going on in literature, paintings, film, theatre, photography etc. etc. Crime and Punishment comes to mind. I cannot unfortunately say that I’ve read it. I read half in school and found it utterly boring. I want to give it another chance but all I remember is him being ill and lying in bed coughing an awful lot. Yes we get it, your guilt is getting you ill. Get on with it!

 

Another wonderful illness piece of art is “The Sick Child” by Edward Munch. There is true pain in this piece of art. Not as much in the child but with what I assume is the mother who sits by the child’s bed with her face hidden as she cannot look up. The child looks upon the mother with concern and love. Such a powerful painting. The way Munch has sort of scratched the painting to life is amazing. My dad pointed this out and made me look closer at it when we saw one of the four copies at Nationalmuseum in Stockholm a few years ago. Go up and stare at it up close if you ever get the chance to see it in real life. It’s beautiful.

Illness in art can be seen as a 19th century thing if one just looks at what I have mentioned. There is so much more however. Illness is one of our greatest fears and what is art for if not to deal with this? We promise to love the one we marry through sickness and in health. We spend endless amounts of money on medicine and insurance. We fear sickness because we fear death. Illness is almost something shameful, something that is supposed to be hidden away. Not in art though, we deal with it there. What are your favorites?

P.S. I could whistle with my nose this morning. If that isn’t art then what is? D.S.

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?