Some things to say I am Kristin Blix. I'm from Norway. I was born by the Arctic Circle in a country where skiing, the cheese slicer and the paper clip are our national pride. Where we have whales and reindeer swimming in the fjords, the Northern Lights dance through the skies in the winter and the sun doesn’t set in the summer. Where Odin and Thor and Vikings used to live and trolls are luring in the woods..... A RN nurse by education it was a chance meeting that led me to music. I sang/co-wrote some songs for fun in an abandoned chocolate factory in Oslo, Norway. I fell in love with the international language of music and lyrics. The interaction with the audience. The way it made me feel. A band was formed while a blizzard was raging outside the doors. It was this that led me to The Americas. The country of hope and promise and dreams and it was here - while singing rock n’ roll that I discovered a language I did not know and I fell in love, again. With the canvas and the paint stains, and wood or cork board or anything else I could paint on at 3 in the morning when the art supply store was closed. I am self taught. In fact I have never taken a class, but I have gained new friends and received valuable advice and guidance along this road I am on and then there is always the wonderful world of the library and the World Wide Web. I like wrinkles and I think old people are really beautiful. Nothing is as boring to me as an empty canvas. Let life paint. I agree with Pollock that "there are no accidents"... so carry your paint strokes with pride, sisters and brothers. Since October 2006 I have been represented by The Attic Gallery in Portland, Oregon. Currently I have a show there from Sept. 6th through the 29th. The show is focused on 16 circus paintings, that I call Drawer Of Circus Memoria. The show was inspired by one of my childhood memories. When I was 5 years old the circus came to my small town in northern Norway. I pleaded with my mother but she said we couldn't afford to go, and as my father was often away for days at a time working on the coastal ferry boat,I had no one else to ask. After awhile my mother tired of my begging and walked out into the back garden, leaving my three and a half year old sister and I pouting in the kitchen. It was then that I spied her handbag hanging on a hook underneath the clock by the side door. I tiptoed up, grabbed a handful of paper money with one hand, my little sister's hand with the other, and out the door we went. Our first stop was the candy store on the corner where I told my sister she could have anything she wanted, and decided to take the same liberty myself. We walked out with bags overflowing with caramels, licorice, and chocolate bars, and continued down the road. The circus was wonderful. We bought the most expensive tickets and sat in the front row eating popcorn, cotton candy, and soda pop (which we never got at home) and excitedly waving our miniature circus flags with every death defying plunge the acrobats and trapeze artists made. And the animals! Never before had we seen such exotic and terrifying creatures outside of our storybooks. Now here they were right in front of us! When it was finally over, we went in back of the circus tent where, for a small fee, we were allowed to touch the animals. As I patted the elephant's leg, it wrapped its trunk around me and gave me a gentle squeeze. The trainer said that he had never seen the elephant do that before, and assured me that the elephant would always remember me because they never forget. I know I never will. As we walked home in the dusk of that summer night with all the excitement now behind us, my young mind started to realize that there might be consequences for my actions back home. So we changed course and headed for Grandmother's house. She would understand. She would protect us. As we climbed the steps to her door I saw my worried parents through her parlor window. "Where have you been?" they shouted in both anger and relief. When I explained what I had done, my father shook his head slowly and pulled something out of his jacket pocket. It was a pair of circus tickets. He had met the circus director on the ferry to our town and had struck up a conversation with him. He had told him about his two angelic little girls that were waiting for him at home, and the director had given him tickets and passes to see the clowns and tigers and lions up close. I never stole again. Fix Blix the home repair network