Brita in the drawing room – painted by Carl Larsson
When the love for receiving postcard will combine with the love of art, this is what happens.
It makes my day!
For those that are not aware, Carl Larsson was a Swedish painter, mostly painting using oils, watercolors, and frescoes. He considered his finest work to be Midvinterblot (Midwinter Sacrifice), a large painting now displayed inside the Swedish National Museum of Fine Arts.
The postcard that I have received is called Brita in the Drawing Room.
I really love it and this that it is ahead of its time.
Have you ever wondered how amazing the world would look if you saw it from above?
I wonder every day.
I see this postcard from Martina and I can’t help myself but daydream how I am there, on that hot air balloon and I see different countries. People say, when you get to be in the clouds, so high up there in the sky, you realise how small everyday problems are.
Some people argue about who gets to pay, who is right and who is wrong, who lied and who didn’t, and some people are there in the clouds and they know how lucky they are to be alive.
This postcard was travelling a lot, that’s for sure, my friends!
It came from Hong Kong, and it took it 4 months. So, so long. But I’m glad it reached me.
I’ve never been to Hong Kong, and as the back of the postcard says, it’s an incredible place.
This postcard will show you the Victoria Harbour – Braemar Hil, which is located at the east of Hong Kong Island, near the Fortress Hill MTR station. It is near the Victoria Harbour but it is only 199 meters high. The view there is clear as there are not many buildings under it.
It reminded me of my travels, of my wandering around the cities. Some cities full of life and people, and some of them quiet and unnoticed. It reminded me how I walk around, looking both sides, and trying to find something in common with all the buildings surrounding me. Trying to find a single clue in the architecture, that will prove me that that country has one way of building things.
It reminds me of my walks in Valbonne, France , where parks are green and people are happy. Where they smile at each other for no reason and they wander around the city every day, for years. It reminds me of the smell of the cheese on the Friday market, the warm baguette and the olives.
It reminds me of the street of Salzburg, Austria, where Mozart’s house is. The ice-cream shop right opposite from that, where they put you more chocolate cream that you ever hoped for. The children running around, with their fingers sticky from the ice-creams they ate.
It reminds me of Genova, Italy, and the Juliet’s balcony. The shop for love stuff right on the corner, and the millions of locks there, reminding me how lucky I am. All the names written on the walls, and all the people kissing each other right there, where the most famous love story happened a long time ago.
And in the end, it reminds me of Skopje, Macedonia, my city, where people are always in hurry, but you can still see some random faces sitting in the park and enjoying life. The taste of the cold beer on a sunny day, and the songs in your head, telling you everything will be okay.
