Frenetic Happiness & Santolarosa
Proudly presents the first
Verlag Macht Collaboration
Centralbanken, Oslo – 26 may 2023
Letzte Religiöse Arbeit
Malerei von Victor Boullet
Size: 30cm x 21cm
Ed. 150
PP. 44
Poster size: 59.5 x 42cm
folded to 21 x 30cm
Relgiøst Maleri. en kunstkritisk ekskursjon
Novella von Stian Gabrielsen
15cmx21cm
pp. 44
Ed. 150
Poster 30 x40cm
folded to 15 x 20cm
Published by Frenetic Happiness & Santolarosa
Design by Texas Knüller
All produced by VVery Negative Gucci Production
All printed in Cairo & Paris
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The Gule Huset På Andre siden av Gaten (The Yellow House)
Oslo. In the house (hus) the kitchen window (kjøkkenvindu) was the only window I ever properly looked out of for no other reason than to stare out into the abyss of youth, and always to the left towards the yellow hus.
We called them: The religious people in the yellow house (De er kristne i det gule huset) They always smiled. This was my first experience with someone worshipping something that I understood nothing of. (forstod det ikke)
1976, my first day in school (skole) was in class B with all my friends from the street. The next day I attended school I was moved to class A. (A klassen) I suspect that my Mother forced this change, because the teacher of class B was religious, and friends of the people in the yellow hus. This will have been my first experience with separation because of someone worshipping something that I understood nothing of.
From the primordial soup we crawled onto earth, to trees, deep into caves and we are still crawling as a species. There is no God, there was never a Jesus. Aldri en Maria, but we need to believe, and to feel (føle) something (noe) greater than ourselves.
I am not a religious painter, but I am trying to manoeuvre in religious matters. I don’t worship. I don’t pray. I try to believe, at times I do believe in something, but not in a God.
I have encountered or felt something that is on the outside of myself that was trying to speak to me, touch me. Assuring me that it’s ok. You’re ok. Keep going. (See page 237 in my Liverpool book)
I could convert to any form of religion, just to moor my life to something safe, safer, something to hold on to, like a religious railing, but that would be an illusion.
In 2015, I stood on a Berlin street corner looking at gravel on the floor. A friend who had died that same year could not see those tiny stones that I was staring at.
I look up at the heaven (himmelen) above. I look down on the earth (jorden) below, I see my feet and I feel nothing. I wish I could feel and believe more.
I have written that I want to be cremated. (kremert) I want to go up in smoke. Then scatter me, my remains somewhere, no preference. (ikke så nøye hvor)
Victor Boullet, London 2023
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32 × 22.5 cm, Softcover, 2023,
