I once lived in a wooden croft by a lake in the middle of a forest. The main house and barn were painted red, a traditional colour for many houses in rural Sweden. The barn lay on a bed of nettles and meadow flowers. The backdrop for all things was the tall, dark green and heavy conifer trees.
When I entered the slide library I knew what I was looking for. The place I lost when moving to a new culture, the house in the woods. Between Russian Art and German Paintings I found three sleeves of slides depicting Scandinavian paintings with very little wear. They included paintings by Carl Larsson, Anders Zorn, Edward Munch and Pekka Halonen, all paintings in the Scandinavian national romantic style.
I picked the slide PG.9S.67. The painting reframed, numbered and colour coded. Pinned down by factual information, the name of the person who painted it and the dates between his birth and death, the title of the work, the date when it was completed and its medium. Erik Werenskiold (1855-1938), Autumn, 1891, oil on canvas. I take the slide out of the sleeve and hold it between my fingers, moving it out of storage into my narrative. It still takes me there, to the old wooden chair by the lilac in the yard. To the red house and dark green forest.
Sara Davies
PhD Researcher and Associate Lecturer
Manchester School of Art