Our man, Asqes, smiling as he leaves us to venture into the unknown (or rather to the isle of Sjælland to visit his father). With the promise of returning one day he left our studio one rainy Thursday afternoon. One might notice the rather "dead" look in Asqes' eyes... that is because I painted them black to cover up the red spots in his eyes caused by the camera flash.
In the words of Vera Lynn we send our regards to you, young prince:
We'll meet again
don't know where - don't know when
but I know we'll meet again
some sunny day.
Here's a picture of my little sister, Lærke Arberg Kastrup making the barbed wire. She has been working as Asqes' assistant and as a substitute runner in the absence of Asqes. May your work on this production be glorious! Welcome aboard.
And lastly a picture of Herr Strandgaard - who when this picture was taken didn't do much running. Working on the props - his mind became foggy and his eyelids became heavy. Perhaps it was because he was working on a bed for the apartment, and he himself wanted a shrinking machine (working in the 1:5 scale) - to shrink him so he could sleep in the comfy bed. Alas, reality seldom satisfies the tired mind, so taken refuge in the slumber realm we found him asleep in this chair, the two handsome directors found on a dump-yard.