A Sketch For Per Kirkeby
Whilst
rereading Per Kirkeby's book Schwitters,
I remembered this photograph made almost ten years ago in Skjolden
looking across the lake towards the ruins of Wittgenstein's house.Somewhere in Sogne Fjord we borrowed a rowing boat and disappeared out into the motionless reflections at the foot of the enormous mountain sides..
..Thus filled with melancholy we reached Skjolden by the
black fjord waters beneath the lofty mountains. Some years later, when one of
my most sacred books was the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, I often thought of
Skjolden. I had indeed sensed there was something about that place.