Saturday, October 31, 2015

Pure hearted art or stolen art

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

What is art

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

The Window of now, then and tomorrow


I 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.

I have been doing so for a year now and I am no further down the road. Well, I do have an insane knowledge of what is going on in the areas of interest but I am no closer to understanding what I want to end up with.

As Beatles once said it, “I don’t know, I don’t know”.

That is how I feel. To what end do I collect this knowledge and is it even a worthwhile knowledge to collect?

Of course by now I do understand all knowledge is worthwhile to gather. You never really know when it can be useful to sit on. I am constantly reminded of it usefulness while sitting in the right company, but aside of these spare moments. It is just a meaningless space inside my head filled up with small pieces of a bigger puzzle, which I cannot, by my own hands, put together.

Where I am now is a reflection of my choices last year. Choices made doing different encounters with the same guy. A guy who inspired me. Inspired me to take a sort of new direction in my life. New, in the sense of giving me knowledge and an understanding of a different business perspective, which I believe, in a bigger picture, I can use. Sort of, in the sense of being here is equal to getting me a little further down the road of the bigger picture.

Which is why I am currently sitting here by the window in my sort of office writing down me thoughts. Writing them down to make meaning of another encounter I made a few weeks back. The meaning behind my feeling of being trapped by the very same guy, which I went into a meeting with a few nights ago, with the thought of getting him onboard on a project which I have been thinking about for some now.

Feeling trapped because of the way the conversation went and a feeling of being sort of headhunted again. Having the exact feeling I had a little over a year ago, when I first meet the other guy. A feeling of being pulled into a world of dreams, once again. A world where nothing is probably worth the time - if time should be measured in gold.

So where did I take my swing for this direction?

Was it the moment when I first opened up my own company? Or the moment where I decided to take the opposite direction of science – instead started fiddling around with the creative world? Or was it the moment where I picked between a personal life and a life of work?

Friday, September 18, 2015

Life is...

... 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.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

A time for disbelief and one for belief

Any fool can be honest,
for it is only what he knows
A wise man is aware of,
when to share the truth

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


To beer
Not to beer

I have a feeling of feeling really bad tomorrow
On the other hand. It is our own brew
so what is the worst case scenario ?
To go to America and start a life there
or to start back here in Denmark ?