I am feeling a lot better this morning, I think the anxieties I was feeling yesterday was a product of stress and exhaustion, 28 hours of travel will do that to you. The moment I woke up this morning, my first morning here, everything felt light and easy. Now feels like the right time to write me first entry.
I arrived here yesterday, around mid day, and was given a tour of the museum. The surrounding area is mostly farm land with a small town, hosting a small grocery store, a post office and a bus stop. Aside from the large stair factory a few kilometers down the road from us, Kirsten Kjear Museum is by far the highlight of the community. This proved to be the case as I settled into my residence and saw the large groups of people coming in and out of the museum all day.
The museum itself has three wings, the permanent collection is dedicate to and consists solely of paintings by Kirsten Kjear, it’s namesake, 4 contemporary art galleries with rotating shows and a painting exhibition of the Finish Laplands. There is a large amphitheater at the far end of the museum as well as an open air dining hall with an attached sculpture garden. A gallery is set up for resident artists, such as myself, as well as a large front lawn with cafe seating. The most obvious characteristic of the museum is the man who founded it. Harold rotates from the cafeteria to the lawn with his two, large golden labs and wooden crane. He watches everyone who comes in and out of the museum, introducing himself and then, 5 minutes later, reintroducing himself. His dogs, an old son and even older mother, follow him where ever he goes, a true team.
Across from the Museum is the metal shop, wood shop, kelm, and printmaking studio, proceeded by the first residency house. It is a beautiful building with a living roof and a large patio. “The big house” is set up for visiting musicians and guests, with eight, large, double bedded rooms and a expansive living room and kitchen. There are two large tables, one inside and another outside, set up for big community meals. Outside there are barbecues and a garden with a greenhouse that hardly can contain the bush of tomatoes growing inside of it.
My amazing studio (right) and residence (left)
I live half a kilometer away, up a gravel path that takes you through the sculpture garden and the woods. I am surrounded by a large, golden fields with roaming cows. The house is gorgeous and spacious, not just in New York terms. Behind me, my studio looks out over the fields. I am alone up here, with the exception of the cows that visit me twice a day.