Karl Krogstad: Saint, Sinner, Painter, Doctor, Oenologist, Writer, Humanitarian, Bird Lover, Butcher, Trumpet Player, Chef, Norwegian and Filmmaker.
His Brigade: a sprawling horde of Fellini-esque circus folk, armed with monstrous lights, aging cameras, tattered rolls of cellophane, buckets of diluted house paint and a woman dressed as a Giant Albatross. Fiery banners emerge! Behold! The blood and the smoke… Hooves pumping wildly – they follow him valiantly, into the breach once more. This is Krogstad Studios. To some, it is a spiraling vortex of ignorance and depravity. To others, it is nothing more than the vacuous remains of carnivale – a putrid byproduct of post-modern Americana. And yet some would say it is a true sanctuary; a temple to the fantastic, a shrine to the wondrous and absurd – the very heart of the spectacle. Whatever you…MORE »