suddenly my hands reached out and stroked up Randiâs body to reach the domes from below. They were firm, they were yielding, they were heavy, they were warm. The face over the breasts became white, white turning red. Then Randi ripped her breasts from my hands and said goodbye and good night.
âWhy should you stand there groping her breasts?â Ane asked after the door had been slammed. âYou think theyâre disgusting, right.â
âThey were enormous,â I said. âThey were simply enormous. They were pure art.â
N ot too long after the dinner with Randi, Ane returned giddy from a weekend trip to London. Theyâd been traveling together, theyâd visited boutiques and cafes, âand Randi has got us an exhibit at her clinicâs art society,â she said.
It had been a long time since Ane had exhibited anything, and she thought it might be fun to do a small show with some drawings or paintings at Randiâs workplace.
âItâs an art society, Ane,â I said.
âYeah, so what?â she asked.
âSo itâs not serious, thatâs all.â
âIâm well aware of that,â said Ane. âBut if we get to paint some paintings and we make a little money in the process, who cares?â
âIâm not a painter.â
âSo? Youâll paint anyway. You probably learned loads of stuff from your grandfather.â
âBut has Randi seen any of your paintings?â
âNo.â
âThen how does she know that theyâd like to hang them?â
âCome on, Justine, letâs just do it for shits and grins. Letâs make some money for once?â Ane said.
I said: âYes. Yes, letâs do it. Letâs have some fun.â Iâd also like to be close to Grandpa, after all. Or what was left of him.
A round the same time, Vita was working on a monument to a dead physicist. Her idea was to give his groundbreaking theories three dimensional form, so theyâd unfold and intertwine into a single mirror-smooth object. In addition to that project sheâd received another commission, a decoration for the Holmen Operahuset.
âHow great that weâre both so busy,â she said. âShouldnât you figure out what youâre doing for your X-Room exhibition soon?â
âItâs fine,â I said. âI have all the time Iâll need.â
Vita continued working on her drawing; she looked like cells in a state of controlled reproduction.
âIâve been thinking about it,â she said, âshouldnât you just keep working with that sculptural idea? You have such a refined spatial sense. I still kick myself for not buying your ice floes that time. But I just didnât know where I was going to put them.â
âI didnât have the space either. Thatâs why I gave them away.â
âSo youâve said.â
âThey look good where theyâre at now.â
âYou could just give it a try, you know,â she said. âYou could always go back to what you usually do after that. No one is saying you have to do sculpture all the time.â
âIâd rather do this,â I said. âI have an idea for something I want to try out.â
Suddenly, I was extremely grateful to Ane for coming with Randiâs offer.
W e decided weâd paint together out in the garden and not spend a krone on supplies. We still had Grandpaâs big box of colors, after all. Some of the tubes were dried out, but most were usable as they lay in rainbow array with Grandpaâs large fingerprints on the lids and labels. We also found his old pallet hiding behind a bookcase. Ane used a glass scraper to get the paint off. She was wearing one of the smocks that could still close around her belly. As she sweated the paint flew like bits of lint around her.
We painted and painted. Ane painted still lifes and the organisms leaped from the canvas. She found
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