Woman. Blanket.

Woman. Blanket.

I totally feel like cuddling up in some warmth right now. I dream of knitting ponchos and socks for the whole family. Maybe I will....

Love!

Greatest vernissage ever coming up this october.

So, if you happen to find yourself in Stockholm in the beginning of october, you should absolutely come to Bageri Systrarna Andersson. It is a bakery/café at the crossing of Karlbergsvägen and Birkagatan. And it is where I will have my first exhibition ever! For three weeks my super illustrations will embellish the walls there and hopefully bring joy and thought to the (mostly old) people having their coffée and daily chat there :).

I am a bit proud of myself for asking if I could hang my things there. Not that they have very high standards (they don't judge the material, just check that it isn't extremely offensive). But that I took the time to prepare the few sketches I have and go show them. Instead of what I have too often done before:

Think to myself that I could do at least as well as the artist whose paintings are currently there, go home and dream about having a supergreat magic vernissage, feeling ashamed of myself and not do anything about it. This time I thought: I could do as well as that in my way, I went home and started dreaming of a supergreat magic vernissage, decided to invest in giving myself a challenge (finish enough drawings until october) and some fun and booked the caféwalls for three weeks in october.

And that is a big deal. Me not feeling ashamed of myself and my art. Me supporting my own grand dreams - even if it is in a small way.

It is still a start! Horray!

What could you do to support your dreams today?

Not quiet finished, but almost ;).

Love!

The sentence I picked and how I continued it.

Today I went to the library. We had an appointment at the doctors, but had to wait for over an hour (hooray for my doctor who gives you a time estimate when you get in line!). So I took baby L across the street to have a cup of coffee at the library café and she fell asleep on the way.

In the café there was a sale of books that had been sorted out from the library and I found a book by one of my favorite authors. Naturally I bought it. I closed my eyes, flipped the pages and put my finger down on a sentence (the book is in swedish, and I wrote it in swedish, here is my attempt to translate it):

But Jenny came and sang...


She sang so the evening sky paled. The blackbird who always filled our early evenings with his homey chirrups and twirrels sat down by the rail of the verandah to listen. His black suit floated out into the dark shadows around him, but the lights from inside made his eye twinkle. His shiny eye and my dry eyes met and fell into eachother until I no longer knew who was the observer and who was the observed. The I in the tale. All that happened that evening - was it my or the blackbird's story?

The others were watching Jenny of course. Actually she was rather inconsiderable. The hair of no particular colour and her skin was sensitive and therefore filled with blushes and dry spots. The eyes were filled with some sort of light, I guess, but they weren't more beautiful than average. Besides, her lips were thin and pale. But when those lips parted, and she sang - then everybody forgot how inconsiderable she was. Like tiny lit candles they all sat turned towards her, shining. Their faces full of glow and wonder. Some were smiling. Some closed their eyes. Some cried. Only my heart closed. Filled with blackbird feathers.

Maybe it was my hatred that made her fall on the stairs. Maybe my slippery kindness found it's way under her petite shoes and made her lose foothold. I don't know. Strangely enough neither of the shoes fell of. She lay there with her skirts spred out like a fan, a growing shadow around her hair. The beautiful tiny slippers still both on their foot.


Also, I played around with my image from week two a bit. Not great, but here it is :).