The coolest band in the world Tarantula A.D opened for Pearl Jam in Prague on Friday and in Vienna last night. I wish I could have been there with them, but it was not possible. Here is was Danny said after the first show.

“dude it went sooooo well! there were sooooomany people there screaming and shouting. We played quite well…

can’t wait for Vienna!

d”

meet them at Myspace/tarantulaad

A bunch of the old gang were at the show in Vienna - Robert Geller, Nick Rubin and a bunch more. I’ll be seeing more of them in Berlin. Friday is the opening of Dan Colen’s show at Peres Projects Berlin and I am going down to hang out with Dash and Ryan and off course Dan. I hope the show will be good. Last I talked to Dan his paintings hadn’t arrived yet, and he was just waiting to finish his work.

V1 is at Preview and Jesper has brought some of my new sculptures.

All the boyz are on to the USA Today show in London and maybe I will follow them to the opening as some groupie or maybe wait for the London fairs and some Sotheby’s thing on the 11th. I doubt I will go since I am taking quite a trip to NYC and Miami for thanksgiving with Cy and Harriette and Art Basel Miami Beach con todos mi grande familia. But maybe we will couple up a meeting with stink.tv and Bastard and take a family trip for two with kiddos to London(iee wanna leeve een looondon).

Working hard these days. Art Copenhagen is coming up. It is a good fair, that is only getting bigger and better.

This year I am only bringing sculptures. Like the wall-hung ones from Void(v1 Gallery, Copenhagen, September 2005) and Nothing Stays the Same(Klaus Von Nichtssagend Gallery, Brooklyn, February 2006)

they are shaped in polystyrene foam, covered with body-filler and then painted with auto-enamels. The sculptures are abstracted from eroded structures such as Monument Valley’s mitten and other rock formations(Zion and Brice National Park etc.), ice-cubes, cobblestones and icebergs. The morphing of these objects subject to the same process - from different elements and us - is the key element in the sculptures. I feel they inform the paintings and wall-hung sculptures and underline the focus of my work. Malignant tree eating funghi, rock formations eroded for gazillions of years, cobble stones worn by humanity, icecubes and icebergs slowly melting gives, I think, an image of what is going on in production. Slowly but surely.

Yup. It surprised me. This morning, though, the papers were full of it, and It didn’t dawned on me till then that it was 9.11 today.

Wauw.

5 years ago I entered the subway by Church and Canal at 7.50 in the morning. Saunder and I chose to go to Brooklyn, because two hot chicks walk that way. After saying our goodbyes to Danny Bensi and Robert Geller, who we were opting to crash with, we had lost the girls by far - but we were really wasted after the Marc Jacobs fashion show, party and after party and stuff not remembered by anyone. Where did Dash Snow and Ryan McGinley go - if we might have had some of it saved in pictures.

Anyway, out in Brooklyn at 11 something I am woken up by the phone ringing. The older sister of a friend is calling from San Fran, because of the Twin Tower thing. And everybody in Denmark are all upset, but noone can get through to me.

No TV, saunder and I go to the roof of our McKibbin Street building and watch in horror as the smoke slowly moves across Manhattan. Some of the other tenants has gone roofside and even brought a small TV showing CNN through a very poor reception.

Saunders is pissed off, he is getting really mad as most of the other people on the roof. I on the other hand feel strangely disassociated with situation. Like it is not my buildings and country and that I can’t build up aggrevation towards an action that hadn’t really been targeted towards me! I wanted to be mad and furious etc., but it wasn’t what I felt. I felt detached and not American.

So unlike the rest of the western world and especially Europe I didn’t feel American, eventhough I was living in NYC and all my hopes and dreams were in and about America and Manhattan.

From Robby’s window they were right there. Towering over my head so I had to lean against the window to look over them. Especially at night time. I loved looking at them. They radiated energy and embodied everything about NYC. And that night on the 10th september, was no different. I sat in the window cill looking at these giant buidings radiating like a small sun, buzzing with energy and propably thousands of workers working late - doing time in their corporate prison.

Wauw. They were great.

I worry sometimes. That is no secret. And so should everybody. Don’t worry and Take it easy are expressions of another era. We have plenty of things to worry about in this crazy world, and that is not even thinking about family and other personal issues.

Enjoying the good times is more important. Don’t let the worry of bad times ruin the good times while they happen….