Johanne Hestvold 
September 3 – October 22, 2016

By the eighth shirt, I got the hold of ironing. Halfway through the pile I got more daring and started making crease lines for folding the shirts in the shapes of letters. We had common interests it appeared judging from the checklist she had given me. First this, then that, then this, that, this this that. I had agreed to run a few errands for a friend. It wouldn’t be too inconvenient and furthermore, I might even enjoy myself during the little foray into her field of interest. Immediately off to the hardware store! I walked in feeling most determined. “A dozen of your best pipes, please!”, I said as soon as I spotted the sales clerk. With no hesitation but also without the excitement I had hoped for and even expected, he recommended some fine copper pipes. She had entrusted me with these tasks so I felt obliged to make a thorough inquiry – excited sales clerk or not. Feeling a certain responsibility I carried on. “I would like a complete list of all sizes available. Some should be straight and some should be bend but I suppose I will bend them myself. You absolutely must show me the tools for bending them! How do you feel about connecting these pipes? Is it pleasurable, will it put you in a good mood? I will get straight to the point: Could I make progress in Paris with these pipes?” His facial expression went from a frown to something close to ecstasy. “Well of course, yes yes absolutely dear Sir without the slightest doubt!”, he exclaimed while nodding and bowing. My inquiry must have given him the impression that I was a connoisseur. I remember in particular that part of his profile not hidden behind his exaggerated glasses. It was no less than sculptural.