fredag 5 april 2013


I grew up in a tiny  town, having by the time five cinemas.
And on every Sunday there was a three o´clock show on four of them.
And on at least two of them a Western was to be showed.
I grew up with those heroes and villains.
I got stuck.
 OK Corrall was a very common place where things happened.
Many versions are probably made of the fight. 
I had my own Corrall at my backyard. No Horses, no 
cattles. But a nice place it was. We were a nerdish 
gang goppetigopping.. around on our dreamt horses.
And we killed eachother with fictive revolvers.
It was very peaceful.
I might come to see the real OK Corrall before I die.

Jag var med Peter Lenken i London

torsdag 4 april 2013

This might be a Blue thursday. In my life. Who knows.

tisdag 2 april 2013

As I told you before. I was at The National Gallery.