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You can take a person out of the art, but you canít take the art out of a person.
I have been painting, drawing and photographing ever since I was a little girl. I used to have two interests in my life; art and animals. But my mother insisted on that I should get a ďrealĒ education and be able to pay my own bills. So I just picked law school and became a lawyer. This made me able to get a job somewhere in the Norwegian government. Iím not earning a lot, but I can pay some bills, just like my mother wanted me to.
When I think about it, I see that I have done a lot of things in life to please my mother. She was carrying a big sorrow; I could spot it in her eyes. Her name was Else Margrethe Widerberg, and she was born in uptown Oslo in 1935. Her parents were Nicolai Magnus Widerberg and his wife Ingrid Christine. They already had one child, a little son called Frantz Gustav born in 1934. The father Nicolai thought that one child was enough. So he accused his wife of having cheated on him when she got pregnant again in 1935. Some years later Nicolai found out that he could like his daughter after all, he even liked to fÖ her. So my grandparentís happy marriage came to an end, and obviously it was their daughterís fault.
My mother hurried to marry a young man from the working class side of town, and they moved hastily out in the suburbs. They got three children. But my mother and father never felt at home in the suburbs, and after all they didnít have much in common, neither with the neighbors nor with each other. So after some years they moved apart and back to where they came from. Now my parents are dead, my big brother is dead, and my little sister has gone crazy. Then itís only me left, to bring you the colors and the pictures of our little family.
I know for an unpleasant fact that some people will dislike very much that I am open about this story. Well, I surely would loved to be adored, but I'd rather be disliked than ignored.