Walking along lakes, seeing more than anybody there had hoped for
"Can I get your bottle, please" he said, my childhood friend, standing beside me, as I hold the bag, that contained all the bottles we collected since our last walk to the shop
I pick the motive in the middle, like it, it reminds me of opening the drawer, where my granddad kept all the things he didn't know where to put.
There is a bench here, it has a lamp over it, so during the day, and still in the dark Scandinavian evenings, I could continue to paint. I sat watching people walking by and did many street sketches of people from here
Could sit here in the afternoons, after the schoolkids had left, and just watch the light, and study the sculptures in the winter days
Walking past the square on a windy day, getting a cheap cup of coffee and a croissant from the 7-11 on the corner and placing myself so I can paint the place... So many times
When I started out on watercolors I painted the sky, but I lost it studying architecture. Painting the sky was a no-go on the Royal Academy...
Through the years I've seen a few art material shops come and go, just here used to be two, wonder if they all went online, or just away?
Cramped far in the bushes I was all concentrated on my painting when I heard a voice... "Frits! Is that you in there?"
Facing out to the central square in Copenhagen is the Royal theatre. I look at it differently since I got a chance to sketch the actors and dancers practice in there
Painting bricks in Copenhagen while the rich in money rush by, and the rich in time watch the sun between the trees
I stood on the middle of the place, with Amalienborg, the royal palace on all sides, not able to use my easel ( security) , I had to both hold the paper and paint in the wind
Way back I got the option to sell my watercolors through gift shops in Copenhagen ( I gave it up later ). And one of my watercolor paintings was more popular than any of the others... it is this one
The sun in my eyes and surrounded by people, with half an eye on my backpack as long as I could keep my eyes open... even getting my easel stolen, when I closed my eyes on a bench once
When coming back painting on the same spots I realize, that what I thought was a short time repair, stays the same over the years
On sunny days the street along the Nyhavn channel is beaming with life and people. Sitting across out of the sun, where the buildings give me a bit of shadow, I paint while listen to the street musicians
Standing on the quai with my watercolors and easel, looking for the boats... it's not all the same without them
Walking down to the water and putting my easel up the cold mist hit me, and I wondered if the colors would dry on the paper at all
Since the beginning I've been painting watercolors in Copenhagen. And this view is so familiar, as it is the view from The Royal Danish Academy of Fine Art, where I studied architecture through most of the 1990's