The Painter and the Thief (Kunstneren og tyven)

Two paintings by Barbora Kysilkova were stolen from the gallery Nobel yesterday.

The thieves entered through the back door and cut the paintings out of their frames.

The man broke in in broad daylight, stealing two paintings worth almost 20 000 Euros.

The Czech painter is known for her large, naturalistic oil paintings.

Kysilkova recently moved to Norway to live with her husband.

The paintings were stolen here in Oslo.

The missing paintings were her two most important pieces.

Art thieves often remove paintings from their frame with a knife,

but in this case 200 nails were skillfully removed from the canvases.

It would take a professional close to an hour.

It's probably inappropriate that I talk to him now?

You could try, he is sitting there.

I know.

Excuse me. I don't know if this is inappropriate or not.

Would you mind if I chat with you a bit?

Of course.

I'm the painter of those two paintings.

Can I ask, why did you pick up those two paintings?

Because they were beautiful.

I am very sorry.

We all are, that's for sure.

- What did you do with the paintings? - I can't remember.

You just sold them to someone?

No, I didn't sell them. Everything is just a big blur from that month.

I don't know where they are.

I have one very daring question.

Since I'm a painter, -

maybe we could meet some time?

Of course all for the purpose that -

- I'd love to make a portrait of you. - That's possible.

- I can do that. - Okay.

A man in his 30s tried to escape the police, and was seriously hurt.

When the police approached the car, the driver sped up.

The driver was severely injured, and was sent to hospital in a helicopter.

I have...

I have several red roses.

The red rose symbolizes lost childhood.

I have 7 red roses.

I have two screaming theatre masks.

I have two demons on my arm controlling things.

We fight. But I let them out at times. They sit there watching.

Because of my background, I have become very skeptical of strangers.

The first time I met Barbora in her studio,

I thought this could be someone trying to trick me.

Is she out to harm me? Or to expose me?

But it turns out she isn't scary at all.

She sees me very well, but she forgets that I can see her too.

I wonder where Barbora sees herself in 10 years?

As a child, Barbora was always fascinated by death.

At a graveyard, she became fascinated by an unmarked grave.

A Jewish girl was buried there in 1939.

No one put flowers on her grave, so Barbora started doing it out of pity for her.

Barbora's first encounter with death was at the age of 10.

She saw a man collapsing in the streets of Prague.

She was instantly fascinated.

She does not like plastic flowers or shopping for clothes.

And she does not like Scandinavian feminism.

Barbora has a tattoo with many circles.

It's a fascinating tattoo that makes her special.

Some of Barbora's paintings are very dark.

Maybe too dark for most to hang on their wall.

It adds more substance to the paintings, and gives deeper meaning to her work.

I truly respect that.

She made a painting of her being struck by her ex-boyfriend.

Barbora was in a violent relationship for many years before coming to Norway.

The wounds run deep, but it has given her this drive

to win back her self-respect.

She has this underlying drive making her art her entire focus.

Barbora often asks what became of her paintings.

But the truth is I can't recall anything of that.

At times it feels like I don't deserve to be happy.

I have disappointed so many close ones.

The food is ready, dad!

It's been a while since I made you breakfast, dad.

Eggs and bacon.

Lately I have felt that nobody wants anything to do with me.

That my close ones just want to abandon me.

It makes me want to get high. Then I go numb.

Hello.

Karl-Bertil Nordland calling.

I had an appointment to call you today.

And arrive around six. I just wanted to confirm...

that I'm on time, and I was wondering if you are on time?

Then we'll see you at six.

Thank you. See you later.

Okay, bye.

It's done.

I'm going to rehab.

We will get you there safely.

I'm scared of not falling asleep. Of getting spasms and such.

You don't have to look like a junkie just because you are one.

Dress properly.

I love you.

- What's in your hand? - It's full of snow.

Let me see what's in your hand.

"A 100 kroner note", you said.

I have to split it.

- Hello, Bertil. - Hello.

- Do you have a quarter? - Yeah. Great stuff.

Come here.

Hey, can you do one half? How much do I have?

Four?

- I don't have halves. - Do you have quarters?

- Two? - I have two quarters.

- And they work? - Yes. Two quarters and I zone out.

I wouldn't trick you.

What did he buy from you?

So, you're buying heroin!

How stupid do you think I am?

I don't think you are stupid.

Then why did you do it?

Give me one good answer.

Either you go through with this now, or I'm out.

Hey.

I have never left you before.

The only way to make me stay, is if you leave me now.

- Let me have one of them. - No.

So I can relax, please.