Viborg-ing

So at the end of May, I went to Viborg for ten days to have a little retreat, in order to come up with some new projects to make. (It's been a while.) It was incredibly nice. I stayed at the Brænderigården, a former brandy distillery that is now a contemporary art museum, where there is a graphic workshop and a "villa" where visiting artists stay. I was the only person around at the villa, and so had a lovely perfect quiet room to stay in. The museum is situated just on the edge of the lake, and is a quick walk from the center of town. The night I got in, I had a lovely long walk around the lake. It took me a long time, of course, because I was dawdling, taking pictures of things, picking leaves off nice-looking trees and bushes, and the like.

Just down the lake from the museum is Vingaards Officin, and during the week I went there to meet the guys, see the presses, and take proofs of the linoleum blocks I had been cutting.

MEGAN MAKES A MESS

At Vingaards, I had the chance to print myself a little logo using some of their incredible type:

How about that Ø. Yes.

But one of the most special parts of my time in Viborg was my visit to the west coast of Denmark with my new friends, Bent and Bodil. Bent I know from Druckwerk, he worked as a typesetter before his retirement, and Bodil worked at a library. She retired just three months ago. They are both from the west coast, and knew just where to take me.

This beach is just near the town of Ferring. There is so much wind out here that you don't see many trees. Just down the beach is a lighthouse, called Bovbjerg. It's a nice view from the top. Looks almost like the drive from Half Moon Bay down to Santa Cruz. Know what I mean?

On the way to the lighthouse there was this special thing:

WHEN WILL THIS BUNKER BECOME PART OF THE SKY

Painted blue by an artist who lived out by the ocean, tired of looking at the same old grey WW2 bunkers, standing out against the green grass and yellow rapeseed and of course the ocean and sky.

We walked back along the water's edge, pausing to pick up many interesting rocks along the way.

granite!

After our walk, Bent & Bodil magically produced a folding picnic table and camp stools, and a very lovely homemade lunch including freshly baked bread, cheese, yogurt, and a tasty salad. Plus, how perfect, a tiny bottle of wine. They set up in a lee provided by a museum dedicated to the artist mentioned above. The sun was out, we were protected from the wind, and a lark hung in the air nearby making its special lark-noises.

Scenes like this make me excited for my retirement! Or, at the very least, for my next trip out to western Jutland.