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…
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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…
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…
Studio experimentation
Freja, a friend of mine, and myself have since a while back started a weekly tradition. Every Friday at oh-eight-hundred we start with breakfast and cake, discussing the major happenings in the world and the minor ones in our own…
A healthy ration of perspective
South Africa, part three Almost an hour late for pick-up Han Solo rushed into our hotel informatively proclaiming: “We already got some ‘technical issues’… with our very ‘South African’ car…” It was our first day of a three day holiday taking us out of…
Milk and cookies
Steam rose from my legs as they stretched out from the water’s surface. For the first time since I moved here (Bolzano, Italy) I managed to appropriately assess the size of the water boiler to the corresponding amount in the…
Truth and blatant lies, and Cheers! to tell the difference
(note to self: the censored, second version) Like a dam bursting, the drapery falls from the theatre of delusion. Raw and exposed I look onto the scene so long hidden, perplexed at the complexity of the nothingness before me. The…
Studio init
Acrylics on canvas, 30×30 cm. Inspired by a commercial for cameras in a newspaper found on a train. I was particularly interested in the androgynous nature of the model.
2015’s death-flash
Tellus makes another home run and our rather superfluous existence carry on for another round. Nostalgia in the shape of short term memory-loss compel us to recall while we regret, relief or delight in the past year. Like a near-death-experience…
Chasing Cunégonda
What is it that keeps us going? To draw breath one more time, to rise one more time, to walk one more mile, to fight one more battle, to love one more time, to pick up the pieces one more…