Saturday, January 23, 2016
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
No matter whom we are. What direction we swing. We are all faced with the same complication, when it comes to living next to someone.
Seldom do we meet the right one as a little kid. Seldom do meet the right one the first time. Sometimes we go back to the same person multiply times. Sometimes this will work out. Often it will not. But we still try. Again and again to make it work. Whether it is with the same person or are new. We all seek the passion we feel when we are in the middle of the beginning. We all enjoy the security middle of it all. We all kinda enjoy the drama of the aftermath, even thou it is exhausting to be in the middle of.
Love is a big part of our life. Always chasing it. Or leaving it. For is human it is a game. A play worthy of the stage. The light. The glamour. And of cause the curious people surrounding us.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
A piece of mind is all it takes to begin.
Begin a new cycle and a new start.
That is the thing about art.
To create something only takes a momentarily split second.
After the split the idea is generated.
Created in a small part of the brain.
Pushed away only to be put forward when the idea receives the right inspiration to be more than a mere thought line.
Then the creation is whole.
Can be put to live.
No longer does it matter.
Whether the creations originality was stolen or pure from the heart
Sunday, October 25, 2015
I recently sat down with an artist friend. Young and in my eyes talented. I have been hooked on his creations for more than a year now and before the summer began I made a deal with him.
I gave him canvas and paint and in return I would receive a painting. He agreed.
It was the beginning of many visits. Talks. Showcases. Ideas. New creations.
He had for some planned to travel to a beach on the northern area of the country. To stay a place with nothing much besides his art and fresh air.
Leaving he brought with a single backpack with paint, food, some cloth and a few meters of canvas. A walking stick and a stray hat.
He then lived
Monday, September 28, 2015
WindowsI am sitting near the window in a room where I am currently stationed. Stationed as a workingman with the title of consultant for a think tank. The title in itself is quite meaningless. It does not describe at all what I do. I am reading through local notes and official statements from the local government. Trying to figure out where to develop innovative ideas and small shops, which can create some sort of recreational circle of money making.
Friday, September 18, 2015
... sitting at the office. On a Friday. While everyone else seems to have gone home. Or are on their way out for dinner and drinks. Not me. I'm still here discussing business as usual. Well with wine in my hand and jazz in my ears.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
We feel fear
Fear is a part of us
Fear is a feeling of the future
If we let go of the future
We let go of our fear
.. is one way to see fear for what it is. Is it so simple. Are fear so simple that if we dare not to think of the future, for one second, we would feel something else. And what feeling would in that case take over? Love? Maybe. Love is one of the feelings where time seems to slip away between your fingers and everything stops for a mare second.