Secretly making Fishsticks in Oslo.
Over the past few years, I have had to opportunity to travel to various countries for my art, meet amazing people of all walks of live and gather stories and experience that have made me into who I am today. There’s things in life that remind me of little stories from my travels and I love to share them with with all of you!
Back in the end of 2017 I spent a few weeks in Norway. First I painted several graffiti pieces with the SVG crew in Bergen (they run a sick hip-hop label) and after I took the most amazing train ride from Bergen to Oslo. Originally, when I booked to go to Norway, I was only going to paint in Bergen and chill with my friends. But as fate would have it, in the summer of 2017, I got to know a girl from Oslo. I changed my flight back and added Oslo to the list.
My time in Oslo was really nice, a little rainy, but nice. I spent a lot of time just walking around the city and at some point a part of me really considered moving there. It might have been because of the girl I chased all the way north, who knows? Something you should probably know, is that the girl was vegan and very explicitly so. I think it is awesome, so for the week I was in Oslo I ate completely vegan. To this day I miss the Swedish vegan cheese she had, it was incredible!
But this story would not be a good travel story if there wasn’t a catch. Now the girl was a musician and had to take some classes during the day. This wasn’t a problem as the house she lived in was in walking distance from the city center. One morning, I dropped her off at her classes and was actually feeling a little bummed out. I was art blocked after the incredible painting spree in Bergen and was flying home soon. On my way back I walked past a store and realised I’d have to find myself some food. I walked in and walked right into a food that I had been subconsciously craving for months. Fishsticks. As I could not resist, I brought the babies home and cooked the whole box. All 15 of them. Needless to say I felt super sick after and rather guilty that I cooked meat in her kitchen. If she ever reads this, this will be my confession.