When I were a child we had some of Bjørn Wiinblad's plaques (like many of other children at my age had at home). Right there on the wall next to our dining table in the kitchen.
I remember how much I loved the women on the plaques. Their big dreamy eyes and their little pointy noses, made me admire them whenever we sat at the table. I made up stories about them if I were bored, which happened once in a while, when I sat at the same table doing my homework.
What I didn't think of at that time, was the way the plaques could appear 32-33 years later.
This one below is from Anne-Sophie's kitchen. She has collected 5 or 6 plagues from thrift shops, and has added her own touch to Bjørn Wiinblad's people.
I like what she did. A lot. Somehow the black lines on the porcelain, invite you to fill out the spaces. To prepare them for a life in 2012.
How funny and wonderful that we both - with a time interval of 30+ years - got to look at the same kind of plaques in our kitchens...