Prince Albert – The Man Behind the Frame

You might have heard of me. You might have seen me somewhere. Good day ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce myself: I am Prince Albert. I have the honour to be a guest blogger here in your school’s wonderful art blog. It really is an honour, indeed. I will be telling you about my journey. It starts in the wonderful capital of Finland, Helsinki. I am very happy about this opportunity and I hope you will enjoy my journey and pictures as much as I did.

Dis is MOI
Dis is MOI

My journey started here in Kauppatori. It’s a very nice place where you can see Finns selling fish, eating ice cream and all of the pigeons staring at you. I think the pigeons were just jealous of me.

Art is the spark of light in this black and white world
Art is the spark of light in this black and white world

Here I am, just hanging. Even though this picture is kind of greyish I can assure you that not whole Helsinki is like this. Not at all! I really love this city already, indeed.

Just hanging with the president
Just hanging with the President

Here I am hanging with the President of Finland. How cool is that? How many of you have tried this? Not many, I suppose.

Feeling melancholic
Feeling melancholic

I decided to go to the seaside because I felt a bit melancholic. I had just met the President – at least kind of? I made myself believe that I saw the President but I am not sure about it anymore. Maybe I only imagined everything in my mind and that’s what makes me melancholic. But isn’t that normal in Finland, in the country of fantasy?

Dive in HEAD FIRST
Perhaps this piece of art truly is just garbage, after all.

The aftermath of melancholy is always like this but perhaps a kind soul can pick up this worthless little me.

Beauty is art
Beauty is art

Finns are actually very warmhearted people. This sweetheart even wanted a picture with me. Really makes my melancholy fade away!

Can you find me now
Can you find me now?

But really though, can you find me? This was fun.

Lady
Cover your bum, lady!

Helsinki is very beautiful, indeed, but this thing shocked me!

Call me maybe
Call me maybe

The old me can’t keep up with these trends but call me maybe? Helsinki is too modern.

Pop Albert
Pop Albert

I met this wonderful lady called… Uhm, what was her name again? However, we had good time together. We old sports were so hippie together.

Urban Albert
The Urban Albert

 

The urban scenery is just made for me, don’t you think? I might get old but hippies are forever! Is this bench hippie enough for me?

Prince Albert's journey to Starbucks
Confused in Starbucks

I was invited to this coffee place called Starbucks. I am very confused, indeed. I had to order coffee instead of tea! Can you believe that?

Friendship is magic
Friendship is magic

I made another friend. Is this pizza food Finnish?

Home sweet home
Home sweet home

Finally I am here! This is what I’ve been looking for the entire day. I am so happy to find my destination. What a journey this has been, indeed. I am very glad to have been able to write you about my journey here in Helsinki. Good bye and may we meet again!

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Porkkanan metsästys

Olipa kerran Pekka, joka oli taiteilija. Pekka asuu Rovaniemellä. Tällä hetkellä hän tekee mediataidetta 2. Maailmansodasta. Hän kuuntelee aina musiikkia. Hän olisi halunnut muusikoksi, mutta ei osaa soittaa. Pekka vihaa Helsinkiä, mutta hänen täytyy lähteä sinne opiskellakseen mediataidetta. Pekka nukkuu aarrearkussa. Aina kun hän herää, hän etsii piilottamansa porkkanat. Aina kun Pekka kuuntelee musiikkiä hän syö porkkanaa.

Eräänä päivänä hän ei kuitenkaan löytänyt enempää porkkanoita, joten hänen piti lähteä etsimään niitä. Hän ei kuitenkaan löytänyt porkkanoita, joten Pekka oli hyvin surullinen. Pekka päätti lähteä ostamaan niitä. Kaupassa ei ollutkaan porkkanoita. Helsingissä niitä olisi ollut, mutta sinne hän ei halunnut mennä.

-näin improttiin ja tarinoitiin Ku1-kurssin kuviskertauskerralla koeviikolla-