Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea…
Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill.
A lot of parties were thrown at ours friends house just outside the tiny village of Vallekilde. Drinking, singing, shouting and discussing being young and easy. The painting is the memory of the view from a tree just outside the house called Solbakken, meaning the hill of the sun. I climbed one day at party in 1968 or 1969. Maybe it was the moonshine or maybe it was the very special light over the lowlands with the ripe fields, that made such a great impression on me. It is almost 50 years ago, but I can still feel the branch under me and hear the loud voices below me.