A Norwegian Jew Walks Into a Blues Bar . . . (2023)

As a child and into my twenties I used to love writing letters to friends and family. Carefully, I stored my received part of the correspondence in an old suitcase and placed it in the attic. And forgot about them. Then, in my fifties, I helped my dad clear out of the apartment I grew up in. Delighted to find the suitcase, I took it with me on a train ride, looking forward to reading every single letter from years ago. I boarded the train in Oslo, but when I arrived in Trondheim eight hours later, I was still reading...

So, in the spring of 2023, close to half a century after the date of the last letter, I am back to writing. I want to expand on my weaving project beyond the notes that accompany the series and tapestries. These essays reflect how my life’s tories influence my current work and vice versa. 

Starting the essay writing helped to clear my head for wrapping up my "A Thousand Jewish Tapestries" project. Which is turning into a-quarter-century project and will still take a few years. . .