About my towel, and getting to live like a tourist for a day.
Author Archives: Eirians
Image of Budapest
Budapest is a good city for walking. Here are some of the things we saw along the way.
And our art was amazing, right?
Vienna.
This is the type of hostel I’ve always wanted to stay at but never have. When – well, when I feel like it – I think I’ll post about a bunch of highlights from this random travelling. It’s doing my soul good.
Something Budapest and Vienna seems to have in common is their preference for huge pillows. Not something to complain about.
Budapest views in greys and blues.
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Budapest.
I’m in Budapest and I would love to tell you all about it but I’m busy being in Budapest. You get a photo.
Dead Mans Paint
Today I overslept, accidentaly ditched my friend and almost arrived late to an interview. It was like a movie, trying to grab all my stuff while dropping things, running through the rain and looking disgusting as I got there.
Then everything started looking up. Part of it were some great conversations I had with some random people, but the best thing is that I found a box full of art supplies for 85 sek in a second hand store. It probably belonged to some random artist who died. All artsy and morbid. Hence the title of this post, relatively non-misleading. 
I also bought water mixable oil colours, at the art store this time, and they’re so good?? Like seriously, I found out that this existed just a few weeks ago, and oil colours that can be mixed with water, I don’t quite understand why more peole don’t use them. So far they’re awesome.
bye
Kenya Art Journal 11/13
About that time when we killed a goat and ate it for lunch, and about my unexpected patriotism when I realised it was the Swedish national day.
Pinterest Inspiration as of Lately Pt. 4
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I used to write about it.
Now I have the words for it.
Now I don’t need to find them.
(Okay, I know you’re not supposed to explain things like that, that was just a short little text you guys should have your own interpretation of, but actually I wrote that down because I looked through this blog and I used to write these really pretentious texts (and I still do), but they were sort of poetic, my thoughts about life and whatever I was fighting myself about at the moment. I still do that. Write things in my journal, about whatever mess I’ve got going on in my head this time. The thing is, it’s always the same mess. How do I write that a million ways. No, why?)
I fall asleep at the bottom of the ocean.
6 AM Tuesday Morning
I decided for today that I needed to get up at 6 am, make hot chocolate in the dark and read as the sun presumably rose behind the clouds. 
Kenya Art Journal 10/13
A few journal pages at the same time, because now we come to where I didn’t put as much effort into every page. But we still have a beautiful painting by my friend Tami, and some more stories from our time in the desert.
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