Understanding

What you see, is what you get? REALLY?

As a child i lived in a very bewildering world.

I came from tiny Norway to ununderstandable uk. It just didnt compute.

First of all my father was a war hero – nobody was interested – he did this, he did that – i did this, i did that – nobody was interested – its called SHOWING OFF.

A very major crime in many books. I was treated accordingly.

That didnt make me stop, it just made me Angry. Especially because of the punishments from the teachers and the bullying from the other pupils, though both learnt before too long the keep their distance and the enlightened – just to enjoy.

Now that really interests me because we are supposed to just sit there, are we?

I love hearing peoples stories – what they get up to – what they do and so comes the joy of stories.

Actually my Father is a war hero – he was part of a secret organisation during the second world war and was a regional leader – he had over 90 agents throughout the war and not one was caught. He was engaged in a far more powerful war that the regular war heroes – that of information.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sven_S%C3%B8mme

This idea that one must not blow ones own trumpet follows me to this day – i am 70.

And still i say FUCK YOU.

It is actually a type of bullying.

So what do i do about it?

Ive tried blowing my own trumpet here but even though its business it doesent go down well – there are 2 ways of advertising your business – ahaaa actually 3.

Word of mouth

Advertising in media

Doing.

One of my works is hand copy turning – in the uk there were not many of us but we earnt well and were very respected because it was magic.

Essentially you came to me with a knob you wanted copying – or a chair leg , lots of church work, and i made it by eye. Here nobody wants to know, principally because they dont understand.

In the uk i worked for all kinds doing that work – that included Freddy Mercury, Vivienne Westwood (jewlery) and more – also local farmers, antique dealers all over the westcountry and other furniture makers.

35 years ago i decided to make a series of spoons meaning something.

Much to my surprise i found that most adults could not understand the concepts. Took me a long time to find out why.

Patterned learning.

Adults though they try to be different are shaped by patterns, they look for patterns in everything, therefore even you get put under this A4 frame.

Even artists – especially artists.

This is such a shame because things dont change because of it. Things remain stative, staid, old, mouldy.

Ive had some sucesses in my local Town – 3 public lectures 1 of them solo. 2 on seaweed trawling and one on teflon (ptfe)

Ive also tended many public events bringing a tent, aquaria and other items for a environment organization – but perhaps it was the brochures on ptfe – or my trying to persuade public bodies to take me more seriously that did it. As a result many turn their back on me –

It hurts.

So ive been conducting a little campaign which involves showing my stuff but in a kind of backwards way.

Recently this has had some sucess with an article on the national news (on the spoons)

https://www.nrk.no/kultur/xl/skeimannen-1.16221649

another in a magazine called Familien

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=757535822582767&set=a.743498380653178

But it is not enough so ive been having a “secret” exhibition in the high street.

ITS A FABULOUS JOKE.

All the more so because its totally ABSURD. Doesent follow any of the “rules”.

I havent told anybody about it – its very high quality crafts and its totally unique. Best of all for many what you see is what you get – missing the hidden meaning totally.

Adults dont get the connection between each item but children do. The very serious adults where the exhibition is being held only see fine crafts and totally miss the underlying “text.”

As the display cases are experimental and fulfill many different tasks it serves another purpose as well.

The displays are made out of Perspex 4mm thick.

Its a difficult substance to work in so ive discarded the usual frame and legs with braces in favour of an internal turned structure which includes a facility for possible wall mounting. The legs do not have stretchers so the whole wobbles if you touch it. The legs can be simply pulled out so the whole is entirely portable and free from scrapes caused by bags or smudges from hands. In short they are funnnnnnn.

life on your terms.

Much of my earlier life was spent under the thumb of someone else – having to fit in, doing the right thing.

So it was wonderful to leave.

Earn my own living – do my own washing up, fix things on my own.

Unfortunately i was not much good at running my own business – my coullegues earnt 10 times what i did by sweating it out. often i would see them do it – a dining table in one day – sure the edges were a bit rough and the sanding poor but he did it in a day and got the same money that i did – so where did i go wrong?

To be honest i dont think i did, i just followed my own path – got a very good reputation for quality and made a lot of friends.

Never having enough money for a holiday began to get me down a bit – sure i paid all the bills so i could take some time off but its not much fun without money.

i decided to visit some friends in London – decided the best way was to hitch.

Got on to the dual carriageway at Tiverton and stuck my thumb out.

No lifts and it started to rain – after a little i went home and decided to put on my motorbike gear (waterproof) Might as well take the helmet, a biker may stop.

Blimey, got a lift at once.

Bristol 3/4 hour.

Stood in a queue with others on the big roundabout by the last services before the m4, car stops beside me— ME, the window comes down and – “if you want a lift hop in” Well i was at the end of a queue so i mentioned it, the guy said i wont give anybody else a lift so choose. What a quandary, so i got in and off we set.

Took me a while to work out what was going on, and it was to make all the difference to me for the next 15 years.

Many motorists want to give lifts and they need an excuse. Guy standing beside the road in motorbike gear means he is broken down somewhere, that works.

Further proof – my van broke down near to Torquay. I set out to walk to Exeter thumbing – no lifts. Had left something in the van so went back. Standing by the van thumbing – got a lift at once.

I got to meet the most amazing people – rides in lorrys, cars, vans even undercover police vehicles. Bentlys, rangerovers, audis – minis – you name it.

Every so often id get a lift from a motorcycle – they werent so much fun, especially in the rain.

There was only one time i was concerned – hitching again at Bristol a van stopped – wide cage in the back – all seats taken, they wouldnt tell me where they were going and they looked at me as if i was a snack – no way.

The art of hitching is knowing which lifts to refuse – easiest explanation is from the Bristol services(gordano) – this is the m5 – to get to London you need the m4 – there is nowhere to stop at the junction of the 2, and nowhere to hitch either. So you need to know if the driver is going North or east – most at Bristol go North – sometimes they are going off at the first services so you may end up at a desert – the next driver may be going all the way, or even drop you off at a tube station.

One thing however most drivers want is to talk – so for me it was wonderful. I got to hear all sorts of tales – dastardly deeds – wonderful things people had done – even murders as yet officially unsolved.

One guy gave me a lift in a falling to pieces honda – he explained he was undergoing the most horrendous time of his life – he apologized for the state of the car and explained he was a sales director for a very large company and was used to far better, but due to circumstances he had lost nearly everything. he then told me about the circumstances –

Heed been living with 2 separate women for the last 12 years and they had just found out about each other. One wanted revenge. the other really wanted him as after all he had been pleasing both of them for 12 years – no ordinary man that – I said well your choice is clear – pick the one who wants you. “NONOOOO” he exclaimed – “i dont want either of them, i just want to be left alone” Poor lad.

Another lift, similar type of car – he explained to me that he had been a senior social worker.

He had not been sleeping well so his girlfriend and he discussed this – she asked him about his fantasies – one of them was raping her. To be more precise, his dream was of waking up during the night and having sex with her while she was asleep. She said, “if thatl help you sleep, go ahead and try it”

Few days later she complained of feeling sore before getting out of bed. He explained what had happened during the night.

Her response was “i never agreed to that.” Next thing he was arrested for rape. Lost his job the lot.

Dropped off near the m4 one day by a friend id been staying with – bit of a bleak spot.

Standing there for a short while when a car draws up – first one by. Well were going the same way so thats fine.

After a little he says to me “been waiting long?”

“no not really, in fact about 45——”

“What hours”

“nooo, seconds”

Bit of a conversation killer that one.

Another time, i stayed with a gorgeous lady id met on a website for people who considered themselves — a cut above the rest – wow she was fun.

In fact id first met her some 25 years before in the pages of the telegraph sunday supplement.

She was an artist – lovely slim and good fun — we got on like a house on fire but soon enough it was time to leave.

Decided the best bet was to hitch to london and go from there.

First guy stopping was a motorcyclist – rightiho – weaving in and out of the traffic, hanging on for dear life – every time i peeked round his shoulder my head nearly got taken off in the slipstream.

Decided to buy him a coffee and a bun. There was a cafee in a small town so we stopped and partook. The waiter was really great and soon enough we had a warm three way conversation.

Back on the road again, after some 20 minutes i said to him

“did you pay?”

“no”

Ive allways felt guilty about that —-.

I wrote down the best stories – i still have them and one day they may appear here, but for now this is fulfilling the program ive set