{"id":21154,"date":"2025-09-06T20:48:02","date_gmt":"2025-09-06T19:48:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=21154"},"modified":"2025-09-16T21:30:37","modified_gmt":"2025-09-16T20:30:37","slug":"daily_3840_-_artipelag","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2025\/09\/06\/daily_3840_-_artipelag\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily: 3840 &#8211; Artipelag"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is the last weekend of an exhibition at Artipelag that I wanted to see. <\/p>\n<p>Last time I was there, I took the car. Today I was carless because I&#8217;d &#8211; somewhat carelessly &#8211; promised to lend the car to someone else, not giving much thought to how I&#8217;d take myself to Artipelag. Surely there are buses or something.<\/p>\n<p>There are indeed buses, but getting there by public transport turned out to require a train and then three separate buses, for a total travel time of around two hours. Or&#8230; I could cycle there, and it would only take twenty minutes longer. There and back would be a full day&#8217;s worth of cycling, so why not make a day of it. Could I spend the day in a better way? Indeed I could not.<\/p>\n<p>The first bit was just getting from Sp\u00e5nga to central Stockholm, which was just like biking to work. After that I cycled along paths that I&#8217;ve never passed before, through parts of the city that I&#8217;ve never seen up close. A nice bit of sight-seeing, which I rarely do in Stockholm.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_1.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_2.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_3.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Some of those stretches through central(ish) Stockholm were rather crowded with Saturday morning joggers and dog-walkers, and it was a relief to leave them behind. The cycle paths through Nacka and Sickla were even more stressful with roadworks and blockages everywhere &#8211; so confusing in places that I struggled to even find the cycle path, and a car driver, conversely, ended up on a cycle path by mistake.<\/p>\n<p>Once I got through that, there was a long and easy stretch of good cycle paths along V\u00e4rmd\u00f6leden, a main road or small highway. Large and long enough to give me a good, steady road to follow, with no map-reading necessary, but still local enough to be free of heavy traffic, at least on a Saturday. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_4.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The further I cycled, the more rural the road got. Near Gustavsberg the cycle path left the main road and got onto smaller tracks and roads.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_5.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In Gustavsberg I ran across a flea market. I browsed around without much hope of finding anything, mostly to take a break. Most flea markets are full of cheap clothes and boring glass and ceramics. Here, though, I found a whole market stand full of cast iron pots and pans! I&#8217;ve become more and more fond of cast iron cookware recently and added more to my cupboard. They&#8217;re expensive, so I&#8217;ve been on the lookout for good used ones. I found a good-quality small pan here, exactly what I needed.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_6.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>For the last bit after Gustavsberg, I was cycling on forest paths and small local tracks.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_7.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>With all the water breaks and map-reading, it took me closer to three hours to reach Artipelag, and I was quite ready for lunch by that time. Artipelag has both a restaurant and a caf\u00e9. The latter served excellent lunch at very reasonable prices. And cake! It felt a little bit like I was cheating on Sp\u00e5nga Konditori by eating fancy cake elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_8.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll have to make a separate post about the exhibition because this is long enough already.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards I took a short walk around the grounds to see bits of the outdoor sculpture exhibition. Mostly not very exciting&#8230; but I loved the Solar Egg. It was originally <a href=\"https:\/\/bigertbergstrom.com\/works\/solar-egg\">commissioned for Kiruna<\/a> in conjunction with the town being moved, and apparently has a sauna inside. Here the sauna doesn&#8217;t seem to be open or functioning, so the egg is just a sculpture.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a roughly egg-shaped irregular polyhedron, six metres tall, and it&#8217;s strikingly beautiful. More golden than gold, sunnier than the sun itself. Against a grey sky, it was like a revelation from another world. Stainless steel mirrors with titanium gold colour coating, according to the makers. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_9.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_10.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t stay around for too long, since I still had another 40 km of biking before I&#8217;d be home. After two thirds of the way, when I was in reach of the commuter train network, I briefly considered getting on a train with my bike. But the bit that was left was no more than my daily commute home, and that&#8217;s nothing, so I just kept going.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3840_Artipelag_11.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the last weekend of an exhibition at Artipelag that I wanted to see. Last time I was there, I took the car. Today I was carless because I&#8217;d &#8211; somewhat carelessly &#8211; promised to lend the car to someone else, not giving much thought to how I&#8217;d take myself to Artipelag. Surely there [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,18,773,768],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art_entertainment","category-dailies","category-outdoors","category-photography-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21154","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21154"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21161,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21154\/revisions\/21161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}