We have an image in our mind of our physical appearance. I tried on the idea of pink hair. And I think I do have pink hair. So I coloured my hair pink. But don’t put into your mind that you’re supposed to look like someone else, because that will mess you up when you meet a mirror.
Christmas is Sick!
Literally. I came home from work and threw up. That was the 23rd. The following days are a bit hazy in my mind. I’ve been on a mattress in the living room, and today is the first day I’ve been able to walk without my legs shaking.
Hope your Christmas has been better and I keep my hopes up for the New Years.
Darkest night
It’s the night of the darkest day of the year. 21st of December, the winter solstice. In the very north of Sweden the sun didn’t even rise above the horizon, which I guess it did here even though I haven’t really seen it in a while.
On a lighter note I highlighted my hair today. I bet you could make something poetic out of that, but I’m not really going to. Looks great though. Even better without the tin foil, I promise.
Good niight.
Kenya Art Journal – 13/13
The end! Summary of what books I read during the trip, and about that time I fell into the ocean with my bag.
Digital Art
It’s easier to not finish things on the computer, because there’s no physical reminder. Just unfinished files hidden away somewhere on a harddrive. And that’s where all my attempts at digital art end up. But today I actually finished something (!!) so here you go. very simple, but still. (Though I need to figure out how to make everything look less pixelated!!)
I know who I am, so you don’t have to
Some do
And that’s nice
But you don’t have to
Art and Stuff in Vienna
We spent approximately 30 hours in Vienna. And during that time we very spontaneously visited the Albertina museum, which kind of exceeded expectations.
First: this hipster picture I’m very proud of.
Next: some of the art. This one is called black on black. I’m not kidding.
And here we have some water lilies by Monet. When I was a kid I read a book about this. About a little girl with the same name as me, who travelled with her grandfather to Paris to see Monets water lilies. I was thinking about that story as we looked at this and it was a tiny bit surreal.
And here are some of Degas ballet dancers (I’m trying to make it sound like I know what I’m talking about), a painting by Matisse, and then a few others I don’t really know anything about but they look nice.
Oh, and this one’s by Picasso:
Wow. And to finish it off, some van Gogh. (I like the sketch, it feels a bit more personal than a well thought out painting).
Even though that’s nice too.
Favourite Poem Right Now
We Were Emergencies
by: Buddy Wakefield
We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.
Tonight
let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.
Kenya Art Journal – 12/13
About my towel, and getting to live like a tourist for a day.
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?
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