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?
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.
byee
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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