An Autumn Yarn Bomb

Last night I spotted this fence on our way to knit night.  This is Touhy park (near Touhy and Clark in Rogers Park).  I had seen another fence similar to this, but there was too much traffic for me to stop for photos.  It was such a lovely moment in my afternoon, I had to share.

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Mischeif, Mayhem, and Flying Whales?

Today was almost another lazy day, only this time I decided that rain or no, I was going to spend as much time out as possible.  After, of course, I spent the morning reading blogs and washing my undies in the bathroom sink.

I started by wandering down the street to the Viking Museum, which had been constructed over the original archaeology site of the town of Aros (the first recorded name for Arhus).  There is now a bank on top of this site and the museum is located in the basement.

It was somewhat interactive – buttons and “stand here for the ruins to speak to you” sorts of things.  It wasn’t very big, but I still think it was very informative and well done.  The set-up flowed very naturally through the viking era, ending with information about the excavation done in 1963.

From here, I walked around down-town some more, got coffee, went souvenir shopping.

(Dear staff at The Other Brother, I may or may not have gotten you 250 grams of a dark roast Guatemala.  The only clue I will give is that every time I open my suitcase, I get hit with a waft of cacao and coffee.)

Yarn, because I know some of you have been wondering when I would cave.  This is the only yarn I’ve bought myself (knock on wood), because it is made in Denmark.  I am going to design a shawl for myself.

Speaking of yarn, I left Arhus a present:

And then I went to the International Art Museum for the afternoon.

Tomorrow is our last day in Arhus.  I am hoping (*fingers crossed*) to make it to the Moesgaard Museum, which is a little south of the city.  We then drive to Hamburg, Germany for the night.  And, Friday, we fly to Montpellier for the weekend.  I am hoping to give you a quick update before the end of tomorrow – perhaps a simple procession of the knitting I accomplished while in Arhus?

Hunting For Faeries

Today, I visited Odense, which is a very charming and beautiful town on the little island here in Denmark.  A customer at work told me about it, that’s it’s the birthplace of this man:

Hans Christian Anderson – storyteller and poet.  Odense honors him today with 37 statues in the city center, all designed by different artists interpreting his stories however they chose.  I had a map of where they were located, along the names and some info about each one.  However, the map was in Danish – so right now it’s of little use to me.  I did manage to find most of them, although some were simply to far for me to walk.  It was a cold, windy day, and my sickness has moved from my throat to my lungs and I was given to fits of coughing any time the wind blew hard.

Anyway, I will share with you some of my favorite statues, and what I think they represent:

Thumbelina (I went out of my way to find this one…I’ll admit) – Tommelise in Danish.

Paper Boat (papirbadin – there’s supposed to be a circle over the a but I can’t figure out how to load that).  This was adorable.  I wanted to jump off the bridge and ride in it.

Echo

This little search took me all over downtown. But all that walking wore me out.  I decided to check out the museums instead of being in the wind.  First up: Hans Christian Andersen Museum.  They also had his childhood home for viewing, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk more.  The museum walked you through his life, from boyhood to massive success to death – with artifacts from his life, letters he wrote, letters wrote to him, etc., a room full of the collection of his books, multiple editions of those books, translations of those books, and modern adaptations of those books.  It was incredible.  There was also a little house attached to the museum, explaining a little about the house where he grew up and his grandparents, as well as life in general in that era.  I found this:

I thought about how tiny it was, and how maybe I could fit that in my suitcase.  Walk away.  Fast.

They also had a room filled with H.C. Andersen’s paper cuttings, stories about different cuttings, and scraps of paper he would draw doodles on while he was traveling, to remind him about specific people, places, or ideas he had.  This picture was on the wall, and I love it!

I guess H.C. Andersen suffered from toothaches throughout his life – eventually loosing all of his teeth and using this set of haphazard dentures (which were also on display).  The pain drove him mad, which he was legitimately worried about (his grandfather went insane) and I suppose he envisioned mean little faery creatures hammering away at his teeth and gums, making them hurt and need to be pulled.

After this museum, I went to the art museum (note: kunst means art – just a little something I picked up).  There was an exhibition on crazy contemporary art from parts of Asia.  Some of it was really twisted and grotesque.  Some of it I quite liked.  There was a little wooden house for you to walk in, and on the back wall, opposite the door, was a chibi girl’s face with wide bright eyes.  It invites you to become part of the art.  What do you see and feel?  Who lived there?  Etc.  It was kind of fun.

One of the pieces I found disorienting was this one (the only one I felt comfortable enough to take a picture of):

Different pieces of mirror in different shapes and heights, some of them cracked, and the edges painted really bright colors.  As you walked around it your reflection twisted and broke and came back together in odd ways.  Sometimes you would look into a mirror and see strange pieces of yourself, because of how the mirrors are positioned.  A weird form of narcissism.

Odense is such a cool little town, and I wish I had the money time and health to visit for longer.  Eventually, I was just so worn out that I felt if I didn’t get on the train back to Arhus right that minute, I would fall asleep on a bench.  Then, I remembered something I’ve been doing in the towns I’ve been visiting, and spent the next twenty minutes working on this:

What?  You didn’t think I would leave without creating my own little art, did you?

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