And the people were fighting so much for peace that they didn’t realise they were the war.
A post in Swedish
For my childhood home.
Skrivet sista kvällen.
För det du har varit.
För ormbunken.
För skogen.
För de döende träden som höjer sig över mig när jag går den mörka vägen fram. Himlen är mörkblå. Gräs och löv mörkgrönt. Ljust i ljuset, svart i skuggan. Jag går längs den gamla cykelvägen och väljer en plats att vända mig om och titta, och vägen bakom mig frågar om jag är redo att gå vidare. När jag svarar ja och vänder mig om kollapsar den in bakom mig, döende träd och solnedsgångsstigar och barndomskojor där vi letade efter de första blåsipporna varje vår. Det sväljer sig själv. Gatlyktor och måne och träd blir om intet. Och i dess plats, i samma ögonblick som det försvinner, stiger ur samma intet det gröna gräset tillbaka, vått av dagg i morgonen, i det stiger knoppar, babyblå och rosa, som försöker ta sig till solen – blomstrar till små blommor – unga som dagen vecklar de ut sig; vackra som allt tungt de inte behöver bära.
Och så överlämnar vi barndomen till någon annan.
Update on those watercolour sketches
All cut apart and ready to… sell? Put in my pile of other little paintings? Well, something.
♥
Afternoon
What? I can nap? You mean I don’t have to resort to escapism due to the underlying shame of not being productive?
Nice.
Watercolour sketches
What even is my art style?
Right now I realised that this pen is wonderful in combination with these paints and this really nice paper, and so I made a certain kind of little paintings. But it’s not really my style. Or is it? I wonder how long I’ll feel like I’m in the developing stage of who I want to be as a painter.
Anyway, my style or not, I’m really happy with these portraits.
Adding another face:
(Also, I’m in the midst of moving back home to Sweden (from Germany) but for some reason I just want to paint? Maybe I’m processing something.)
Outfit gifs
(also known as: clean your room)
In orbit
What is your center of gravity?
You can notice what your mind is orbiting by observing what happens when you try to stop thinking. Go quiet for a second, and see what automatically pops up in your brain. Or if you start doing something brainless, like vacuuming, what is it that you start thinking about? It can be work stuff, if you’re in a productive flow, it can be problems, or it can be something completely removed from your own life, something from a book or tv show (as it often is for me).
What are you orbiting?
And then, once you realise it, what do you want it to be? And how do you change, or control it?
Through this: What you focus on becomes magnified in your life. It starts to take up more space. It becomes something that’s there in the back of your mind, even when you do other things. So, take your attention and choose what to aim it towards. Make sure it’s the right thing.
To me, it’s a bit like a solar system. I’m planet earth, and I close my eyes and think about what I’m orbiting.
Throwback to cafes :(
Black charcoal rainbow latte ♥️♥️
But soon they’re open for take away, and we can have our aesthetic coffee back ♥️
Sunday thoughts (11)
Life is a little bit like the stairs up to my apartment.
I walk up two stairs and come to a big window, where I can see half the sun over the roof of the building next doors. Then I walk up a couple more stairs, and by the next window, the sun is shining golden in my face. I feel it in my back as I continue walking. But it’s darker on the next platform, always a little bit darker on the platforms by the doors until I turn around again and take the stairs up to the next window. And finally by my door, I open it and walk through the corridor. And suddenly I’m in the living room. And suddenly I can sit still for a bit in the sunshine.
That’s what it’s like to deal with things. They get better, but then it gets a bit darker again. We see more light, but then we keep going upwards and it feels like we’re moving away from the sun. But we’re just moving higher, and as time goes on we’ll end up in a place where we can see it better than ever before.
(But even then, being healed does not mean always seeing the sun. It just means dwelling in that high place and knowing that we all have our own ways of moving through light and darkness.)
The book – page 29
This is the first in a series of paintings that I’ve made on book paper. The book is one that I bought second hand in Germany, and it’s about plants and natural remedies (well, as far as I can understand).
This painting is “ein Herz”, a heart, with small flowers growing out of it and the word “ein” in the middle, for wholeheartedness.
~ Get a page for you or someone else, carry with you a part of the bigger story ~
eirians 