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A horribly pretentious page... and it's even beige, usj! (me and beige have a bit of a clinch, but through external events, we just had to come to terms somehow). I won't start writing in the 3rd person just yet though. I'm supposed to give you some form of impression of me I guess - to be able to do that I would have to know myself, and I'm not really sure I do that just yet. So I'll just write my superficial impression after the first date I'm not really sure I do that just yet. So I'll just write my superficial impression after our first date (ok, it wasn't our first, it was a relationship that had been on and off for the last 26 years... we never quite figured things out). Born 26 years ago in the city of Stavanger to my great disdain (I was supposed to be born in Bergen (I'm a bit of a nationalist there
there even though nobody ever believes I'm from that city because of my dialect)). I grew up in the suburbs of Bergen after a quick one-year stunt downtown. Never much of the social type I sat inside with my drawings, Lego, model building and tin soldiers before satan dumped a computer in my lap (I probably wouldn't have turned out as a well adjusted individual anyhow). I quickly lost understanding for the word boredom (I'm still searching for those good old days when you actually had NOTHING to do, not even something to THINK about, apart from the fact that you were terribly terribly bored). So I spent most of my youth tinkering away with these boxes (whoo... what a blast that was... all the excitement - everything so new - on my way to becoming a MAN... oh right... that was the other guys...). Always being one for visuals (I can't sing, and I'm too embarrassed to learn) this was also the focal point of attention inside these boxes. Was swooped away with 3D for a while until I figured design was it. Getting more and more bored with technicalities (actually, it wasn't a slow process, it was more like falling out of love, one day you just wake up, and SNAP, all the passion is gone) I turned to (technically) simpler techniques (I still use the computer for most... that deal with satan and all... can't quite get out of it - my lawyers are working on it though). Somehow always had a need to make things small (except when I have a need to make things BIG (which is not very often (if I had a shrink-ray I'd probably reduce myself to the same size))), so pixels quickly became my friend, more so as resolutions increased and the sizes of my work became miniscule. My work usually goes in periods. Getting very excited about a direction for a while, then utterly fed up with it, perhaps making nothing for a while, before another direction gets me excited and the cycle starts all over. What's done is done, no point repeating what I've already done endlessly.
Forgetting my promise after high-school: Read my lips! No more exams! (I'm a big fan of Bush Sr., the entire family is just so cute!) I took art history to get some new angles on what I was doing... which was useful in it's way (but I could've done without the exams (really!)). A good lecture (okay, doesn't have to be a good one... actually, a bad one is preferable) always makes you want to draw, it's like listening to music in a way - you just have to (I guess I should've made an analogy to sex or cars there - nothing came to mind) [have to make some tea, I'm a tea-junkie, 4th pot today]. More and more enjoying whatever I can do outside the computer... being able to see other possibilites and appreciating other qualities (I seem to be a bit hung up on this since it's the second time I'm mentioning it). And getting away from my bloody perfection, have you ever spent hours moving a pixel a bit to the left, a bit to the right, so as to get it JUST right? God is in the details (isn't that how it goes?), but doesn't one have better things to do? like... I dunno... staring at the wall or something... hmm... maybe I should just go back to pushing those pixels. I had one sentence here in the past: sailing along through life gazing at the stars hoping for something else. I guess I still am (although I'm mostly gazing at the roof these days - pretending it's the stars - sitting outside in the cold in the middle of the night lost it's appeal). So any idea what this 'else' might be... drop me a line. Or for any other reason. I'm not really a pompous bastard, I just pretend sometimes. Oh right! Maybe I should mention my name: Kjetil Vatne. As always a great thanks to the stellar Stein Vråle working for the venerable chaps at Opera for hosting this site.