KARI
BackKaris fortelling / Can´t help falling in love - Kari / Elvis Presley
I could have painted Bente or Randi, but it was Kari who welcomed me first. A thin voice on the phone, a few time slots, and the address of the little red house next to the football field. Not really an address, a building clearly visible, but invisible to many. I rediscovered the world of painting; I discovered that of women. These women who have already lived so much that the hardest part seems to be behind them. The pressure to do everything and succeed at everything has faded, they finally enjoy the respite. The vitality of their bursts of laughter bears witness to their strength. The gentleness of their stories reflects the modesty of their new trials. There is this blend. The greens of a voice shaped by time The mauve of her carefree memories The violet of a love song The emerald of the one she lost. The ups and downs of life, cradled in happy nostalgia. The complexity of gentle strength. Kari is a quiet storm.