Kinda condradictiv nah?
Sunday 1 June 2008
Wednesday 7 May 2008
Late-nite love creation
Spring has arrived, and love is in the air,
playful love
teasing love
serious love
dying love
painful love
teasing love
serious love
dying love
painful love
All you need is love. It is quite fascinating how much space love has gotten in music, litterature, fine arts, theater, movies, dance-performance, how much time we dedicate to deduce love. Maybe it's becaus we never quite manage to understand how it really works. This binding chain of emotions between people.
Playing with water
Some paintings painted in a rush just to experiment with different amounts of water. It's fun, to see how the motive floats away and becomes not quite what you had planned for...
Sunday 4 May 2008
Weird stuff
Some writings I did while living in Lisboa
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Somewhere between here and there I have always been alive,
without actually knowing how or why.
It all came to me that night,
that night when we both cried.
We cry silently you and I,
alone,
away from eachother,
so the other won't hear.
Beacause we both know hearing is pain,
the pain of knowing too much.
The pain of never telling the truth.
Hiding,
fearing,
fleeing.
Sometimes,
if the wind isn't too strong,
and the rain stops for a moment,
I can hear you.
I can hear you whispering sweet words out in the emptyness,
longing for me to hear them.
And I will respond,
for a short second you will be silent
and we can both hear the echo of our words out there,
in the darkness.
And then the sun will rise again over the desert.
The sand will shine in all its red and yellow colors
and whirl up against the blue horizon when the wind starts to build up.
The grains will fly across continents, across oceans.
Like running horses over the plain they will approach you,
and like my gentle hands they will embrace you
just like we used to embrace eachother
before I became one with the Earth and you disappeared into the Sky.
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Late nite conversation in the kitchen wit Alec the Serb:
A:-So, do you always sing, or only when you are happy and in love?
L:-I always sing, it makes me happy. But right now I'm in love but not happy.
A:-Oh, that is a strange combination. How can you be in love and not happy?
L:-Well, I need to sort things out right now, it's kinda complicated.
A:-Yeah, once you close one door, another one opens up.
L:-Well, my problem is; I opened a door without closing the other one.
A:-Aha, well, the doors are not really the problem you know.
You know you can't be in two rooms at the same time, at least not with both feet.
L:-No that's right, most people can't. But I have this ability to bend time and space, which makes it possible, the only thing is; you damage the rooms pretty badly, they can't handle the forces that well.
A:-I see, well time and space is already bent, so by bending it more, you just straighten it out, but only for yourself. As long as the rooms don't have any ability to rebend themselves away from the forces pressing them down, this world is just being damaged by messing with such a thing as time and space.
L:-You are completely right. I need to be in rooms that have the same abilities as me, or I have to tie down my abilities, it's hard, there are not many of those rooms in this world. But will tying down my abilities still make me a whole person?
A:-What is the worst? Unhappy or not whole?
L:-I think being not whole might make you unhappy too.
A:-Well, then you have to choose the lesser of two evils.
L:-Yeah, it's all about choices, not actually which options you have.
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I am sitting here thinking.
Thinkig about what to do.
Just been scanning the employment ads.
Don't like what I see.
Never find anything I like.
For what is the perfect job
for a person whose ambitions
is to take over the world?
Media mogul?
Religious leader?
Military dictator?
I cant find those ads.
"Do you want to be the boss?
Do you want the world under
your feet?
We got the right job for you!"
And in that case, who are "we"?
They who write the add.
Will they just betray you?
Will you become a puppet?
So I ask myself again, do I really want to take over the world?
Yes I do.
I want to change the world.
Change the people.
Make the mindless in to geniouses.
Make the sad ones in to the laughing and dancing ones.
Make the rich help the poor, make the polluters stop polluting,
ask the right questions, wait for the right answers.
Which are?
Kill them all! Kill the not submissive ones!
Torture those who won't follow!
Enslave the people!
Give them no information!
Let them live like animals!
Let the suspicion rule! Let hate flow!
We are not humans.
We are beasts.
Half angel half animal.
Where is my add?
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Somewhere between here and there I have always been alive,
without actually knowing how or why.
It all came to me that night,
that night when we both cried.
We cry silently you and I,
alone,
away from eachother,
so the other won't hear.
Beacause we both know hearing is pain,
the pain of knowing too much.
The pain of never telling the truth.
Hiding,
fearing,
fleeing.
Sometimes,
if the wind isn't too strong,
and the rain stops for a moment,
I can hear you.
I can hear you whispering sweet words out in the emptyness,
longing for me to hear them.
And I will respond,
for a short second you will be silent
and we can both hear the echo of our words out there,
in the darkness.
And then the sun will rise again over the desert.
The sand will shine in all its red and yellow colors
and whirl up against the blue horizon when the wind starts to build up.
The grains will fly across continents, across oceans.
Like running horses over the plain they will approach you,
and like my gentle hands they will embrace you
just like we used to embrace eachother
before I became one with the Earth and you disappeared into the Sky.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Late nite conversation in the kitchen wit Alec the Serb:
A:-So, do you always sing, or only when you are happy and in love?
L:-I always sing, it makes me happy. But right now I'm in love but not happy.
A:-Oh, that is a strange combination. How can you be in love and not happy?
L:-Well, I need to sort things out right now, it's kinda complicated.
A:-Yeah, once you close one door, another one opens up.
L:-Well, my problem is; I opened a door without closing the other one.
A:-Aha, well, the doors are not really the problem you know.
You know you can't be in two rooms at the same time, at least not with both feet.
L:-No that's right, most people can't. But I have this ability to bend time and space, which makes it possible, the only thing is; you damage the rooms pretty badly, they can't handle the forces that well.
A:-I see, well time and space is already bent, so by bending it more, you just straighten it out, but only for yourself. As long as the rooms don't have any ability to rebend themselves away from the forces pressing them down, this world is just being damaged by messing with such a thing as time and space.
L:-You are completely right. I need to be in rooms that have the same abilities as me, or I have to tie down my abilities, it's hard, there are not many of those rooms in this world. But will tying down my abilities still make me a whole person?
A:-What is the worst? Unhappy or not whole?
L:-I think being not whole might make you unhappy too.
A:-Well, then you have to choose the lesser of two evils.
L:-Yeah, it's all about choices, not actually which options you have.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
I am sitting here thinking.
Thinkig about what to do.
Just been scanning the employment ads.
Don't like what I see.
Never find anything I like.
For what is the perfect job
for a person whose ambitions
is to take over the world?
Media mogul?
Religious leader?
Military dictator?
I cant find those ads.
"Do you want to be the boss?
Do you want the world under
your feet?
We got the right job for you!"
And in that case, who are "we"?
They who write the add.
Will they just betray you?
Will you become a puppet?
So I ask myself again, do I really want to take over the world?
Yes I do.
I want to change the world.
Change the people.
Make the mindless in to geniouses.
Make the sad ones in to the laughing and dancing ones.
Make the rich help the poor, make the polluters stop polluting,
ask the right questions, wait for the right answers.
Which are?
Kill them all! Kill the not submissive ones!
Torture those who won't follow!
Enslave the people!
Give them no information!
Let them live like animals!
Let the suspicion rule! Let hate flow!
We are not humans.
We are beasts.
Half angel half animal.
Where is my add?
Friday 22 February 2008
Lars Hertervik (1792 - 1871)
As so many artists; famous after his death, living in poverty most of his life without giving up his passion for painting and drawing. His magical nature and diffuse description of everyday life, his enormous skies and the clouds swimming by. Life is just another dream, by Lars Hertervik.
Saturday 16 February 2008
Why this blog title?
The title of this blog is taken from one of my favorite band's songs.
Dimension by Wolfmother
I fell down in the desert baby, yeah
I had nothing but a piece of paper, oh yeah,
I had to write something down,
And I found myself alone, then I let go of everything,
Into another dimension
Purple haze is in the sky,
See the angels wicked eye
all these things we must try
'Till we see the reasons why, oh yeah
Lightning crash on the hill tonight,(yeah)
I got a feeling everything is gonna be alright
Then a horse came running to me
Said we're gonna go to the sanctuary
Then a storm began to blow,
Into another dimension.
Purple haze is in the sky,
See the angels wicked eye
all these things we must try
'Till we see the reasons why, oh yeah
I got lost in the desert baby, yeah
I found temples made out of paper, oh yeah
I had to write something down
But then i found myself alone
Then i let go of everything
Into another dimension
Wednesday 6 February 2008
Mural Insanity
MurAL inSanITy was a drawing I made Fall 2003.
Some of the inspiration is from Madame Blavatsky's book "Isis Unveiled" and also "The Great Pyramid Decoded" by Peter Lemesurier.
After dropping out on the regular God&Jesus Christianity when I was 13-14, I started to search for "The Truth" in all other weird places.
Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism and Shintoism occupied a lot of my "religious thoughts" in my teens. I sometimes felt that monoethism was to easy, too rigid, too bombastic in it's explanations.
While in New Orleans, me and my friend Simon found this old second-hand book store in the French Quarter. That was where I bought this book by Mr. Lemesurier, and also another book, "The Celestine Prophecy" (think it's becoming a film now), and other crazy "New-Age" litterature that was on my mind at that moment.
Luckily, for my own sake, my religious thoughts has eased down to a "Carpe Diem", and I prefer it to be like that for the rest of my living days. Even though there is a lot of inspiration in such a supernatural world, my heard definitively belongs to our natural world.
It's funny how your mind starts wandering while drawing.
After dropping out on the regular God&Jesus Christianity when I was 13-14, I started to search for "The Truth" in all other weird places.
Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism and Shintoism occupied a lot of my "religious thoughts" in my teens. I sometimes felt that monoethism was to easy, too rigid, too bombastic in it's explanations.
While in New Orleans, me and my friend Simon found this old second-hand book store in the French Quarter. That was where I bought this book by Mr. Lemesurier, and also another book, "The Celestine Prophecy" (think it's becoming a film now), and other crazy "New-Age" litterature that was on my mind at that moment.
Luckily, for my own sake, my religious thoughts has eased down to a "Carpe Diem", and I prefer it to be like that for the rest of my living days. Even though there is a lot of inspiration in such a supernatural world, my heard definitively belongs to our natural world.
It's funny how your mind starts wandering while drawing.
Monday 28 January 2008
DJ World
Ink drawing from 2003 if I'm not totally mistaken.
Music means a lot to me, both to listen to and to create.
The sound waves have a healing effect, but it also stores memories, both good and bad.
Music can make you laugh and smile, dance wildly, fall in to nostalgia or just make you cry like a baby.
There is music to every occasion, the beat different from each mood one passes through.
And all these different ways to create music!
Music is life, life is music
Thursday 17 January 2008
Wednesday 16 January 2008
A City Elf's Dream
Don't we all sometimes dream our lifes back to what they once were; a part of the green Nature?
This picture was drawn in early 2004 if I do remember correctly.
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