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...







