Olav's on a roll...again. Does that guy ever run out of inspiration or energy? Must be the cold Norwegian winters. Nothing else to do but...paint.
Somebody's thrown away a rubber glove.
That's Olav.
It's empty.
Nice. Very Van Gogh-ish. With just a hint of Munch.
Art books. There's a really nice one here on Turner. I love his landscapes.
That's another one of Olav's. I swear, he does a painting in, like, a day. And it's pretty damn good too.
Why would somebody toss out a perfectly good work glove with just one big hole in it?
What a terrible, terrible waste.
I don't want to disturb him.
They got the whole place under surveillance. I can't leave!
