The painting that was destroyed by alcohol smugglers.

This time of year, but quite some years ago. Painting in the old oak forest of Nesodden, where I lived most of my grown-up life. Later, the painting was kept in a storage I rented. At some point of time, these bad guys had gotten access to my storage, and, since it was quite spacious and not so often visited, they decided to use it for their own purposes. When I came there one day, the place was stacked with loads of beer, wine and liquor. To make space they had sort of cleaned up my stuff. This painting was thrown on top of a lot of other canvases, face down, and torn beyond repair. Photo by my good friend Kjell Midthun, who stopped by for a chat while I was working.