What is the Purpose of Art?

Is art just pretentious? Do we actually need it?

I have an odd relation to art. I grew up on an volcanic island in the Oslo fjord in Norway. The pearl of the Oslo fjord they called it. It has beautiful beaches and nature which is quite unlike other places in Norway because the lords of the old manors scattered around the island imported trees from all over Europe and planted them there. Thus the forrest is quite different from what you find in the rest of Norway.

Where I have walked countless Sunday walks, looking from the island of Jeløya out over the Oslo fjord seeing the Bastøya ferry connecting my home town of Moss to the town of Horten on the other side of the fjord.

My parents followed an old Norwegian tradition, of taking long walks on sunday. I think most Norwegian kids when exposed to this, hate it. Me and my brother sure did. Ironically we did not stop taking these walks when we got older and had a choice. It became part of you. We had simply come to appreciate walking through the beautiful countryside of the island of Jeløya. One thing almost everybody on the island loved doing was walking through the forrest and countryside all the way to the F15 manor.

The F15 Art Gallery of my childhood sunday walks.

Some lord had long ago owned it but today and in my childhood it had become an art gallery. The place also had a very popular café. It served special pastry that everyone in my home town Moss…