Below you can also watch the painting processes that lead to “Walking through the storm”. It is made in oil and measures 40×50 cm.
Author: Puzzle Pieces
What doesn’t kill you…
I have come to truly despise nonsense quasi-philosophical motivational phrases. In short they are phrases such as: ‘cheer up’ and ‘move on’; elongated they read: “Every cloud has a silver lining” and “when a door closes a window opens”. Often…
Where no one knows your name
This week Pandabear came for a visit. It provided that provocative ‘escape’ that only appears when you are in the company of someone who does not fold when you whiff them off (‘Trust issues’ much?). For hours he pushed for…
Bitchburning
Soaking in the bath I rubbed my skin with a homemade oil scrub made of ginger, cinnamon and a cheap saffron substitute tasting nothing like the original. It smelled like Christmas. A luxurious Christmas marinade, to rub onto meat before…
Smile for the cameras
It never used to bother me that the purpose of life hid somewhere over the rainbow. I took pleasure in the search for it. Lately what was a happy search has turned into a battle without weapons, a boat ride…
Geronimo!
There are some moments that if you have not experienced them you have not yet truly lived. One of them can, with a bit of imagination, be described roughly as follows: Minding your own business you stand on the…
Setting sail
The past week I spend back “home” in Sweden. My boss called it “vacation”, my stiff muscles painfully disagree. My trip to Sweden, not quite work related, was still far from a leisure trip. It concerned the elimination of a…
Carpe f***ing diem
(Written months, months and … years? ago…) Quite a while ago, while browsing the ridiculously overpriced shop at Stockholm’s modern museum, I stumbled upon one of the best book titles possibly ever. The cover homed three simple words: Carpe…
Feminism 101
I always wanted to say more than I could and as my words turned into a mess, I once again postponed a post on feminism. As an acquaintance casually mentioned how he and his friends accidentally ended up at a…
When in Rome
The Rome week started on Monday when I due to temporary laziness for perfect planning, showed up at the airport much earlier than I normally would. Thank God for laziness, for at the airport I was notified that my flight…