the art of feelings

I yearn for the time, the day, when I will be able to sit down on a soft and caring field of grass, beneath the gentle shadow of an oak tree and, whilst listening to the brisk harmony of birds, just ever so slowly breath in the air that only comes in such a vivid environment.

Perhaps I'll have an old but yet sharp pencil in my hand and let it move swiftly and assertively over the rough surface of my favourite piece of paper. A tendency of a smile might be present on my face, for I am feeling a certain kind of peace in living at the moment, and yet when I glance ahead there is the thrilling sensation of knowing how much more there is to learn, to discover, to experience.

And so, thanks to this one piece of knowledge, I can allow myself to lie back on the ground with my eyes watching the clouds, observing their movements over the sky, and finally close them to enhance all my senses, and feel truly

alive.





All credit to Joe Hisaishi.

Our dog has fallen ill

. . .and the sickness I'm talking about is called; lovesickness. I only happened to catch a small part of it though, but the beginning is enough for you to see the whole picture, I would say ;)

And brother, this clip is for you, too. I've got no words for it, so you'll just have to watch and, um, enjoy?

It seems like time keeps a busy schedule...

. . .but that doesn't mean that we should forget how each day has a certain meaning. Today is special for me because it happens to be the date my big brother decided to plop out into the big world, and I must admit that it feels somewhat incomprehensible that he plopped out 21 years ago. Twenty one years.

Even though I see my present brother and the brother in the past as two different individuals, (the latter with much softer and chubbier cheeks than the former) it's still easy to reminisce the time from early childhood, when we used to play with kiddy cars and dinosaurs and how that interest later on shifted towards music and all its possibilities.

Now, what I really wanted to tell you brother was in fact some very simple words, but as usual it takes me some time to get to the point and luckily you are very much aware of this fact (and to other potential readers; it runs in the family, the "not-getting-to-the-point-part"). So, alas, here they are:

I wish you, the most awesome brother ever, a happy happy birthday and may you enjoy your present life to the fullest! :D



Now, here's a tiny short video, because I wanted to show you the weather differences between Sweden and Australia, among other things.

Small village, a curious cow and candlelights

Time flies fast, a bit too fast in my own opinion brother, however I have yet quite a journey ahead before I can entitle myself the master of time.

I have visited Louise in the very small village Munka Ljungby (I first wrote town, but I am not sure if you would count it as one). She practically lived at school, and could simply walk over to the studio and be creative whenever she felt like it -you could almost feel my envy over there right, brother? Not only was it close to the studio, the supermarket, café and "bus station", but also to make the great escape out of the city centre and head out to the countryside for a nice autumn walk. Which we of course did, and had the pleasant opportunity to exchange a few glances with some cows, or perhaps they were bulls. . .

What a sassy cow! or bull...  <.<

This sunday was the 1:st of Advent (or whatever you may call it in english, it would sound weird to write only that term in swedish though) and so the first out of four candles got lit, and as promised there is also a picture of it, not a very spectacular one but hopefully you get the feeling anyway :)

Today I have finally done some sketching, just for the fun of it, and it felt wonderful to do so. I certainly felt rusty so I should definitely not let it go this long before I sharpen the pencils again.
The photo below was one I just had to take in order to try out a longer shutter speed, to get more flow into the streaming water, although I only snapped two shots and the other was too shaky, so this one it is!

Horse droppings, warmth and laughter

Dearest brother.

This weekend we have had the joyous opportunity to visit the best of friends in Simrishamn. We have been blessed with nice weather on our daily walks, as well as the great taste of Helena's cinnamon buns, which both you and Niklas unfortunately missed out. 

I already yearn to go back, there's just a certain feeling of content there you don't wish to be without...

Of course, we have spent some time wondering of what you and Niklas have been up to, how you are feeling and what your future plans are -but I bet you knew that already : )

Close your eyes and feel the warmth and laughter we've shared during this weekend, for there was enough to fill both of you, too.

Autumn

Dedicated to my dearest brother.

The time has come for the leaves to turn from green towards warmer gradients such as red, yellow and orange. You can feel the change in the air, how the crisp wind awakens certain parts within you that has been in a peaceful slumber during the summer. Typical autumn days with a clear blue sky as well as a warming sun accomplished by colder temperatures never fails to put a smile on my face and bring out the greatest of pure hap

piness.

I share these photographs with you in the hope that you will be able to feel it too.

The world is full of...

...Inspiration!

You certainly don't need to look far ahead to find it in massive amounts. Quite often I find myself by the computer in a search for some kind of kick. That sounds weird, doesn't it? There's no need to worry though, the kick I am writing about is a mere state of being filled with joy, energy and the aspiration to really create something -just for the fun of it.

I guess you could call it a hobby of mine; to scan through the world of the internet to discover new rabbit holes and jump into them headfirst. I love the journey that introduces me to new artists and methods, facts or tips that widens my own look at things; words that are combined in such harmony they make you believe they are actually moving freely like a river, or how an artist with only a few simple lines can make a character come alive as it actually breathed.

Recently an artist I am very fond of introduced me to a place where all kinds of brilliant people welcomed us outsiders to get a glimpse of how their workspace looks like. Perhaps it sounds odd to you, but for me it is so inspiring to see the difference in each persons way of decorating their own place, what makes them motivated and really where, the magic they are making, happens. Some may be surrounded by loads of stuff but still choose to call it their own "creative chaos" (I adore that expression!), whilst other need clean spaces around them in order for their brain to be able to work correctly.

What I truly realise while browsing and discovering, is the importance of there being no "right" nor "wrong" way to make art. It's the ability to experiment and dare to challenge yourself that enables you to grow, hopefully you will also enjoy, if not the whole process, the feeling you experience after reaching the finish line. But remember; it's first when you've truly been below the surface that you know how fresh air really feels like.

Oh man, I sure do sound like a wiseacre, don't I?