#Vigeland sculpture park

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Take me back.

#me #myself #mine #dark #emo #goth #gothic #sad thoughts #tired #im bored #Europephotographer #europe #photography #oslo #oslonorway #Vigeland sculpture park

[mdameninie]

48H à Oslo, Norvège

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#Activités à Oslo #Culture à Oslo #Fjord d&039;Oslo #Forteresse d&039;Akershus #Holmenkollen Oslo #Marché Mathallen #Musée des navires vikings #Musée du Nobel de la Paix #Musée Munch Oslo #Nature à Oslo #Opéra d&039;Oslo #Oslo Norvège #Que faire à Oslo #Vigeland Sculpture Park #Visiter Oslo

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Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo, Norway. October 2023.

#my stuff #travel #oslo #norway #gustav vigeland #Vigeland Sculpture Park #Frogner Park

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Gustav Vigeland (Norwegian, 1869-1943) Monolith Of People, ca.1924 Vigeland Park, Oslo, Norway

#Reminds me of the human tower competitions in spain #norway #Gustav Vigeland #western civilization #monolith of people #the monolith oslo #the monolith #vigeland park #sculpture #art #fine art #fine arts #european art #classical art #europe #european #europa #Norwegians #Norwegian #Norwegian art

[nobrashfestivity]

GUSTAV VIGELAND Sculpture Park, Norway

#GUSTAV VIGELAND #sculpture

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#frognerparken #vigeland park #sculpture garden #oslo #norway #'22 #close encounters of the bird kind

[ourbalancedlife]

#art #sculpture #travelling #norway #oslo #vigeland park #gustav vigeland

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Model Mari Csató, Vigeland sculpture park, Oslo, 1970. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

#oslo #norway #sculpture #fashion #1970s

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET ELEVEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH TWO

"The Grief of the Pasha" (1882 - Jean-Léon Gérôme) / "Monolith in Vigeland Sculpture Park" (1944 - Gustav Vigeland)

THE GRIEF OF THE PASHA: man just look at it. oh my god the composition, the colours, THE SUBJECT? holy shit. (anonymous)

MONOLITH IN VIGELAND SCULPTURE PARK: I've seen the sculpture once myself and it's truly astonishing. I don't have a deep analysis here, and neither does the article offer one, but all those bodies stacked on or crawling over each other really evokes some type of primal emotion I can't describe. It feels like looking at something forbidden, but you can't look away. It's morbid and beautiful at the same time. Despite literally being made out of stone, it gives the impression that the bodies are moving, struggling. The fact that it's carved from a single block of granite is also baffling to me. When you stand at the base, it's way too high to see the top. You need to be at a good amount of distance to get the whole picture, which is poetic in and of itself…. yeah. (@carryingpitchers)

("The Grief of the Pasha" is an oil on canvas painting by Jean-Léon Gérôme, better known here for a slightly different painting. This one measures 36 1/2 x 29 in (92.7 x 73.7 cm), and is held by the Joslyn Art Museum.

The "Monolith in Vigeland Sculpture Park" is a granite sculpture consisting of 121 human figures by Norwegian artist Gustav Vigeland. The monolith stands 17m (55.8 ft) tall. Vigeland had an agreement with the city of Oslo after they demolished his studio that they would provide him a new one and inherit his works, resulting in the park this piece is in.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text

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In reply to the BB™️ who drops in with a new account each time I block you 👋🏻 from Sydney Doll. You asked what I do with my time.

Well today I’m making pastry for a Shabbat dinner for one of my dearest friends and her family who are out of their home tonight so we will host them. Friends who are family.

I find it incredulous the energy and effort you expend to tell me what you and your cohort think of me. Just cut and paste next DM, it will save time 🙂

Yah, I not only post as SHW but sgianduh and bat-cat as well. Doll I don’t live in Europe. I don’t speak Spanish ( bat cat) sadly, and I’m not multilingual like sgianduh - I wish.

The 🌀 to connect the dots is 🫠

I’m back home after a European sojourn recently so maybe I do qualify a🤏🏻 I just lol because I’m able to include a photo taken that really encapsulates the BB.

The Crying Baby in Vigeland Sculpture Park Oslo. Says it all.

Proof of residence. I’m in Sydney 🇦🇺 not 🇬🇷 or 🇪🇸 right now, but who knows. I could set up a Patreon account open shop on Telegram, get subscribers and share what I have and finance my next $1000 trip to Europa 😉

I know you hate my travels, home life and drink photos 😗

Cheers. Four Pillars Bloody Shiraz gin 🇦🇺 👌🏻

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GUSTAV VIGELAND Sculpture Park, Norway

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Vigeland Park/Oslo/Norway

The sculpture park is Gustav Vigeland's life work, comprising over 200 sculptures in granite, bronze and wrought iron.

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some of my favorite sculptures by Gustav Vigeland in Frogner Park, Olso

#pamiętniczek #gustav vigeland

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Monolith in the Vigeland's Sculpture Park of Oslo, Norway

Norwegian vintage postcard, mailed in 1968 to Pierrefitte

#old #postcard #postkaart #sculpture #vintage #briefkaart #postal #norwegian #ansichtskarte #vigeland #ephemera #monolith #photography #norway #1968 #photo #pierrefitte #oslo #postkarte #tarjeta #park #mailed #sculpture park #historic #sepia #carte postale

[crossdreamers]

How to free yourself from the dragon of transphobia

This photo is from a hidden place in the Vigeland Sculpture Park in Oslo, Norway. To me it is the perfect presentation of a transgender identity being repressed. But it also points to a way out of the imprisonment.

The woman is the hidden reality of a closeted transgender or nonbinary person. The dragon represents the social rules, the institutions and the internalized fears that  make trans people hide from the world.

The dragon is transphobia: The transphobia found out there, in society, and  the internalized transphobia,  the one fueled by shame and guilt.

We are not going to slay the dragon. Instead we shall look at it and recognize it. It is what it is. It is a fact of life. And it has imprisoned an essential part of who we are. 

Maybe we let it do so one time, because there were too many powerful people around who would not let us be who we truly are. Maybe we let it guard this treasure inside us. But we are strong enough now to free ourselves from the dragon and the people that imprison us.

We know the name of the dragon. Its name is Transphobia. And as in myths and fairy tales knowing the name of a magic beast means that we can control it.

We will  step out of its embrace and tell it: “You cannot control me anymore!”

Talk about it!

To get to that point we need  to talk about our feelings, our fears and our hopes with other people like ourself. 

There are a lot of safe places for people who struggle with gender out there. One of them is the Crossdream Life forum, which we established to let people of all shades of gender variance explore their real nature and talk to friends who understand them.

Discuss gender variance and crossgender feelings over at the Crossdream Life Forum now! 

#transgender #trans #lgbt #lgbtqa #queer #transphobia #nonbinary #lgbt+ #genderqueer #gender variance

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Norway 2022 - Day 1 (Oslo)

Brief boring bit: early flight from Frankfurt, arrived at Oslo Airport around 9.30am, which left plenty of time for exploring. Also, it's really sunny and warm (23°) here at the moment!

So, after getting off at Oslo Sentralstasjon and dropping off my bag, I strolled through Grønland and walked up to Ekebergskrenten (part of Ekeberg), which is less than 200m high but left me panting from the heat 🥵 Randomly, by stumbling upon a plaque, I learned that Edvard Munch's famous painting Skrik (The Scream) is painted from a lookout point from Ekeberg, called Utsiktspunktet, which I passed by. Munch wrote about it in his diary:

Jeg gik bortover veien med to venner – så gik solen ned - Himmelen ble pludseli blodi rø – Jeg standset, lænet mig til gjæret træt til døden – over den blåsorte fjor og by lå blod i ildtunger - Mine venner gik videre og jeg sto igjen skjælvende af angest – og jeg følte det gik et stort uenneligt skrig gennem naturen.

From there, I explored Ekebergparken and it's many sculptures, some in plain sight along the main path and others "hidden" along smaller trails among the trees. It was when I stopped for a coffee at Karlsborg Spiseforretning and used the restroom that I saw newspaper articles (used decoratively as wallpaper) that highlighted the controversy surrounding the opening of the sculpture park in 2013.

Locals protested the takeover of their public park by a private entity, in this case businessman Christian Ringnes and some 31 sculptures from his private collection that some view as tasteless and chauvinistic. But I can't claim to have a deep grasp of the whole issue. I really enjoyed the sculptures that I saw, especially these three:

(left: Konkavt Ansikt by Hilde Mæhlum - middle: Open Book by Diane Maclean - right: Mann og kvinne, Adorasjon by Gustav Vigeland)

After my Ekeberg excursion, I headed back to Grønland and paid a visit to the Interkulturelt Museum. It's very small but it had a cute exhibition called Hjertebank: How do people experience love in Oslo? I was pretty hungry at this point and found myself wandering to the docks cursing all the strangers aboard the giant cruise ships I passed by. Had lunch at a food court Vippa and got my first taste of minted green pea purée (ertepure med mynte) - I want to eat it with every meal from now on 😍 Then I paid a visit to the opera house.

Ever since I saw that intense scene in the movie Thelma that takes place inside I've wanted to experience a performance there (minus the losing control over my psychic powers part).

After checking into my hostel I went to Kulturhuset and looked at some of the books in their little reading area. I found a collection of poems by Inger Hagerup, and I was surprised that I could understand them to a large extent.

Jeg er det dikt

Jeg er det dikt som ingen skrev

Jeg er det alltid brente brev.

Jeg er den ubetrådte sti

og tonen uten melodi.

Jeg er den stumme leppes bønn.

Jeg er en ufødt kvinnes sønn,

en streng som ingen hånd har spent,

et bål som aldri er blitt tent.

Vekk meg! Forløs meg! Løft meg opp

av jord og berg, av ånd og kropp!

Men intet svarer når jeg ber.

Jeg er de ting som aldri skjer.

There was a concert set to start at Kulturhuset as well but even though I tried to motivate myself to stay I was just too tired (I blame the all-nighter I had to pull to get to the airport so early), so I headed back to the hostel 💤

#unterwegs in... #oslo #my pictures #norway #poetry