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The Art of Mating

OsloL
Photo: RennyBA
Sculpture at Aker Brygge in Oslo

Every Thursday is art night in Oslo. It is the day when new exhibitions open and old ones are taken down. It is the night when you can watch everything from traffic lights installed in a room --so brightly-lit that it makes Norwegians look even paler than usual-- to a more classic gallery with dimmed lights, sparkling wine and walls filled with figurative and narrative oil paintings.

An exhibition called “Erotics” takes place in a more classic setting. It is the spring exhibition for a newly opened café and gallery in downtown Oslo. The theme of the exhibition is no coincidence - it goes together with the mild, giddy spring breeze which has arrived surprisingly early to this Nordic country; the air almost makes the visitors a little light-headed as they enter the tavern-like place, welcomed by the voices of Edith Piaf and Paulo Conte.

After they have secured a glass of free bubbles, more wine follows the onlookers as they examine oil-painted nude portraits; pencil-drawn flowers hiding different shapes of a woman´s bud; angels in the sky flapping their wings so actively that they truly resemble “The Heavenly Ride”; and shorter-haired versions of Botticelli’s “The Birth Of Venus”.

As the breeze gets cooler outside, and after the city’s most potent poet has finished his dialogue with the painting of a very open-minded lady by telling her “I smell you between your legs!”, the exhibition develops into a party. And as talk of bodies, and art, and the smell of alcohol above 12% fills the gallery, a man and a woman disappear into the salon in the back room of the café.

None of the other guests notice the couple, who have decided to put the topic of the exhibition into real-life action; both figuratively and narratively, the young couple are painting their own erotic painting.

None of the other guests notice the couple, who have decided to put the topic of the exhibition into real-life action; both figuratively and narratively, the young couple are painting their own erotic painting. Half of it, at least, until they are surprised by the owner who secretly hopes the man didn’t leave any paint on his green velvet couch. As the man pulls up his pants, and the woman straightens her skirt, the walk of shame involves more laughter than embarrassment. Still, they leave fast enough for one of them to forget a pair of keys.

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