Dead

Wasting their lifes away
keeping the bonds strong
not noticing the red
liquid

Killing the moon

I saw passport photographs of several people at an exhibition and I did some sketches.
it is interesting to see the same person from different angles.
It makes me think at how passport photos have changed over time. About six years ago my photo had to be slightly turned and one of my ears had to be visible. Now it was a full front face and black and white. My dad however got a passport done very recently and it was in colour.

Thank you for keep visiting me. Now that blogger has been unblocked from the system I can access it much easier and post more often.

Wet paint

Floating

Floating high floating low watching nature and cities grow The sky is bright and the water immense but the boat is small and makes so much sense Floating about and floating away the sea is warm but I'd rather stay.

Minus degrees outside, plus degrees inside

I found a small painting I did some years ago and that I didn't like. I took a photo of it and painted over the image to use the canvas again. Now I kind of miss it. It's not good, but in the end it is part of my learning so why shouldn't it be kept?

For my surprise project I was looking at a poem by William Blake, and I find that I quite like it. I leave it for you to appreciate:


Tyger tyger burning bright,
In the jungles of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.


In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wing dare he spire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?


On what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat?
What Dread hand? And what dread feet?


What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp? Done its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears


Tyger tyger burning bright,
In the jungles of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.

Time for snow

Merry Christmas

Sun flight

Fly me high
into the cold cold sky

bring me where
the touch of the sun
echoes the shot
of my gun

So this is my third attempt with oil pastels. It seems like the way of oil pastels is that you use white spirit to kind of 'paint' the pastels - yet its not paint. At the same time, the blocks of pastel are too big to create detail or for the color to keep within the spaces and the contours. Maybe I should bury this technique a bit more in the sand until I venture off, next time more sucessful I hope.

On another note, temperatures where -10 'C this morning and the doors of our car had a hard time opening considering that they are near frozen. Only the car to the driver's seat can open. You can imagine me squeezing myself between the steering wheel to get to the seat sat next to it. I laughed. Just a bit.

Tiger tiger

I did these Lino prints for a project which is about creating some sort of narrative containing one or more elements of surprise. I've colored the backgrounds in with green acrylic paint but I'm still going to try and do other versions where colors are different and the figures are in color or so. I'm not sure how this works but I quite like the contrast of green and white.

Winter has finally arrived here and yesterday we had -8 degrees and lots of snow!
I better go paint something now.

Hide in the snow forever

White duvets
covering bodies in ice tea
A pale grave
to light the christmas tree

I'm back after more than a month absent. I've been very busy finalizing my end of semester project and now I'm in Sweden for christmas.
There is snow outside and the temperature is -2 C - I love it.
I like to think that maybe we could hide in the snow forever.


Christmas at Stalingrad - oil painting on canvas

Just for a day

And what is vanity? Don't we all want to be young forever? As soon as you start growing up you realize just how quick time goes by. A shadow creeping up on you.
If we were moles. Or Dorian Gray.