Our latest interventions with paint pots and brushes has brought a sense of transformation to some parts of the house. We are slowly taming the wild patterns and pipes and colour explosions.

We are joking that we have moved from a Pedro Almodovar movie to one by Lars Norén. Two left over chairs appear in the room, and the cold white/grey surroundings with a single lightbulb hanging transform the scene into an interrogation room.

I am walking past this weird random scene in different lights of the day, and start documenting the different atmospheres.

Stepping out from the kitchen into this new reality really highlights the contrast:

Take the walk with me:

 

I am still savoring the trip of going to our wild bathroom for a little longer- before our Scandinavian sparsity will creep in here too.