#oslove

I will tell your story if you die. I will tell your story and keep you alive.

Some die old. Some die young. Some die for their beliefs. Some die for their country. All death is meaningless.
Thus it becomes our job, as survivors, to give meaning to death. To look for a purpose or a consequence to this endless void.

One year ago we decided to love each other again, to remember what we built our society on and that we are together in this world. One year ago.
One week ago, I saw poeple wanting to kick foreigners out of our country on the gneral basis that “their kind” are nothing but thiefs and beggars. One week ago, I saw mothers and fathers yelling at each other, one word stronger than the other. One week ago I saw 15 common people suddenly fill their whole with hate. One week ago.
One day ago, I saw the same people remember one year ago.

I hope that tomorrow, they still do.

We survived. We have to tell their stories. We have to give meaning to the pointless. We have to remember what they believed in, and to keep struggling for that belief that we are all here in this world together. If one man can show so much hate, imagine how much love we can show.

We survived. We have to remember and find meaning.
Some die yoUng. Some die old.

Of dreams

How important are our dreams? Is dreaming something that we need to do? By dreams I don’t refer to the ones we have at night, but the ones we constantly have in our head. The ones that set our life goals after which we are after.

Whenever I hear this song (see below) the first note that I listen to seems to trigger all my dreams and goals at once. To be able to shine lights onto a band like that, with music like they produce and in front of such a large audience, this is still my biggest dream. Only do I still not really see how…

But then we could ask the question what would happen if we reached all our dreams very easily, what would we do then? Simply dream of new things? I don’t think it is that easy…

And yes Hans, it is because of people like your brother, but also because of the people we were together with in our Brookfield Lodge that things will eventually become better. Or maybe at least we will keep the balance against all the dull people. That may sound arrogant and probably is, but I know that you know that we simply don’t care.

All the best to you guys, wherever you are right now and whatever you are doing. This is one of those moments when I really miss certain comfy chairs, juggling balls and half half…

Great dreams may come true…

Hope

Sometimes you stumble across something when you least expect to. This morning I read the online newspaper and quite far down there was a video about “hope”. I was wondering, what this has to do with our everyday business. Before I found that video, I could read about the oil spill, the economic crisis in Europe and dead civilians after a horrible suicide bombing in Afghanistan. And then “hope”?

Well, the video was made at the German church congress and they simply asked random people: What is it you are hoping for? The answers seemed quite diverse at first, but eventually, they all had one thing in common. All of the people wished for peace and love in their life. And that the world would eventually find a way to come together and be the long wished “world community” without all the war and hate we see all around the globe every day.

So, I think this is what we are all looking and longing for: Peace and love in our lives. Am I wrong? What is it you are hoping for?

Give me some of your ideas…

And not an entirely different thing: If you wanna see one of the really beautiful masterpieces in current film making, off-side the ever so present action-dolby-surround-explosion cinema you should really watch “A Single Man”. It is an extremely aesthetic film, with wonderfully captured images, brilliant actors and an impressively silent and moving score. Have a look, it is worth it.

This is my life.

Sleeping ’til the sun is high in the sky. Dreaming about the future. Eating breakfast with the best girl I know while reading the paper. Working on incredible, fantastic, boring, exciting, exhausting and extremely challenging projects. All of them at the same time. Drawing my own house. Making plans for the future. Thinking about my friends. Wishing I could fix all the worlds problems. Listening to great music. Attempting to play the piano. Planning a wedding. The best one ever. Chocolate. Red wine. A Vesper Martini every now and then. Cooking good food for good people. Enjoying the little things in life. Learning every single day. Always. Finding new places. Meeting new people and making new friends. Some not so good friends too. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. Not so much the drugs and we could do with some more rock ‘n roll. Setting up a new company. Longing for my girlfriend. My fiance actually. Climbing mountains. Walking in the woods. Sleeping outdoors in summer with a starry sky. Watching clouds drift by. Eating straweberries with cream. Caviar and Vodka. Barbequing in Switzerland with Georg. Going to the theatre in London with Eyal. Answering Hendrik’s Hog questions. Building lego. Getting up way to early in the morning after staying up way too long the night before. Beeing free and cruel. Loving someone. Loosing some battles. Winning the rest. Making three mistakes in one day. Screwing up the Schnick Schnack patch plan. Fixing the Hog. Drawing trees. Photographing beauty. Sleeping nude. Holding Signhild’s hand. Kissing. Running in the high and wild grass. Forgetting to be afraid of worms and bugs. Forgetting to be afraid of anything. Thinking I should rule the world. Ruling the world. Having the best friends ever. Ever. Seeing my family. Spending time with my brother, planning some great adventure. Realising there’s always a bigger fish. Beeing the bigger fish. Saving the day. Or screwing up all the plans everyone had. Keeping secrets. Sharing them. Knowing things. Showing off. Creating just one little bit of magic. Saving someones life. Saving the world. Wishing you could all be here. Now.

This is my life. It isn’t perfect. It doesn’t have to be.

tHis is my Perfect life.

Magic.

I’m working on a TV show this week, and we’re having it in Oslo’s old “Folketeatret” – the peoples theatre. The building was completed in 1935 and used as a cinema until 1952. From 1959 the Norwegian Opera and Ballet held house here until they moved to the new Operahouse in 2008. A theatre space that is over 70 years leaves some kind of impression on you. This one is no exception. The building har hundreds of small corridors that leads to placed you don’t think exist, opening a door feels like embarking on a mission to charter new and unexplored teritory. There are marks, proof of people and shows past, everywhere. Names, signatures, quotes, old shelves with long forgotten things still on them. Old switches and plugs everywhere, old labels and old signs telling you to go through doors that are no longer there.

I went up to the flyfloor today, to bring in an LX bar. On my way, I took the lift from stagelevel and up to level 7, where the first flyfloor is. The lift is on the opposite side off the flytower, so you walk out of the lift and onto the gallery and then through a door before you vanish inside long and winding hallways (the winding hallway is obviously the back wall of the stage and flytower, curved so that it just fits a round horizon backdrop.) before you emerge out onto the flytower. However, before I go that far, there was a door with a large sign, written in gothic looking letters that said “do not enter with shoes on”. The door was ajar, and I had to look inside. There, in one of the corners of this gigantic building, far out of everything else, was a small dance studio. The windows where dirty, the ceiling and the door was old. The mirrros on the wall and the bar was worn and well used. The dancefloor, stretched as if it was laid yesterday, looked like it had been thread on by thousands. Yet, this small room, up there, in a remote corner, in a hallway where only the black dressed technicians usually wanders, was the very essence of what a theatre is.

It was as if someone turned a valve and all my feelings for theatre came pooring out. I realised I haven’t been really working in a theatre space big enough to have a flytower for a long time… the feeling, was.. magic. Comming out of the room again, I felt strangely lightheaded, invincible, happy. I remembered many memories of past, and ambitions not forgotten. But most important, it was a true feeling of purpose. True magic. I like theatres because it is the only place i truly can reign. It feels like my space, a place where I am the master of magic. Where I belong.

wHere i find a Purpose

Yes, indeed.

Georg’s post fits perfectly. Yesterday I went to see the new Harry Potter film, and in light of the subjects discussed in it, I wanted to say something about love as well.

According to Dumbledore, who never says it directly, love is the exact thing that makes Harry able to defeat Lord Voldemort in the end. Voldemort only knows one type of magic, the dark and evil kind, he does not understand the power of the light, and he does not know love. He doesn’t even have the ability to love. Yet love is the most powerful kind of magic there is, with the power to vanquish all evil and terror, to sweep away the dark and bring out the best in all of us. It is true in the end I think, that love does conquer all.

If we let ourselves love, be loved and be guided by our hearts, then I guess there is no force powerful enough to stop us in the end.

Love is actually all around.

High and Powerful

A few square metres…

… on different levels of Terminal 1 of the London Heathrow airport, that is the arrival and departure area. Nothing glamorous, nothing special and certainly not the place where you would expect to witness what makes the world go round. And what keeps us going.

When you come back from a journey and leave the luggage area there are always the people waiting to pick someone up. And they have a smile on their face. There is this happiness to see someone again they missed. For a long time, for a lifetime or just for a time that felt like a lifetime. You don’t see hate there, as it says very right in “Love actually”.

When you leave and go on a journey, you are one level up above the ones just coming back. If you watch closely, you will notice the completely opposite atmosphere. People leave, there are tears, the little boy cannot let go of his father, who cannot let go of his son. The mother does not want to cry, but cannot help it. There is the young couple who was fine until they reached the point when both realised that this means to say good-bye now. There is this guy with his girlfriend opposite my table and all of a sudden tears just run down his cheeks. It is sad to watch and it makes me feel with all those people. But there is something else that I in a way admire. Something we will never be able to see, never be able to understand.

It is what makes the world go round. What makes us human. And it is good to know it is there. Love.