The city is beginning to look so much friendlier. The sun is breaking through the clouds more days than not, and despite highs of 9 and 10 C (50 F) the sun makes everything look better. The trees are finally in bloom and it looks like there is life in Aarhus. Street parties and long days mark the beginning of a warmer season, though the forecast doesn't agree. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever see 20 C. (70 F) The Danes laugh at me for complaining so much about the cold, but at the same time I know they wish it were warmer too. I've got a "camping" trip planned with the Linneman Johannson family at the end of May and I know they are all hoping for highs above 20. I put camping in quotations because they are renting a cabin with electricity and running water, so it's really more of a weekend away than anything else. I'm hoping it will be warm enough to spend the days outside. But regardless of how the forecast turns for the next few weeks, my family has reminded me that I only have 4 and a half weeks left of my stay. They have been counting the days, though my mother has always advised against that practice. I suppose sometimes it's forgivable.
It's warm enough for ice cream. I love this little shop on Mejlgade in Aarhus.
But not to forget that I still have a lot to get done in the following weeks. The documentary is in full force, and I have had some amazing filming opportunities. On Thursday an artist named Nicoli took me around the city and showed me hundreds of examples of street art, graffiti, paste up and tagging. He told me about the history of the different factions of the street art community and what the laws dictate as far as each type goes. He pointed me in the direction of the best people to talk to, and even some artists who now produce gallery shows. Hopefully this insight will be enough to produce a good story. Despite how unorthodox it is, I can tell the filming and editing experience I'll gain is invaluable. Doing a story in an environment that makes me uncomfortable is only training me for the million more times this will happen in my career.
Example of commissioned street art
Speaking of uncomfortable, I was lucky enough to be invited along with some paste-up artists as they went out one night to mount their work. I know paste-up is illegal, but it's about as punishable as littering. A fine, a slap on the wrist and a "please go home," is the worst you can expect from getting caught. But even so, heading out in the middle of the night with people who are breaking the law can be scary. Having this experience though is the best training there is for a journalist. Knowing how to take precautions and when to leave are skills best taught through experience. Nothing at all happened when we went out on Thursday night, and the artists were very kind in speaking English for me the entire time. That's the thing about Denmark, everyone is really nice when it counts.
This week I'll be trying to get appointments with city council members, gallery artists, companies who clean graffiti and a few more interviews with the street artists. In the end, I aim to tell a story of a subculture that is greatly misunderstood and largely passed off as low life degenerates. It's laughable that I met these 20 somethings in an apartment, as they were drinking coffee and agreeing that they wanted to be done not long after midnight because they had class in the morning. Most paste-up artists are actually university students with jobs and life ambitions. I'm not aiming to defend them; they are breaking the law and vandalizing, but I still find their story interesting and worthy of being told.
Anyway, that's about all for now. Happy Mother's Day Mom!
