I love my friends, I love meeting new people, I love watching people and I love going to new places. And still, I sometimes have to force myself to go out. It always seem to be a better idea to stay at home or rather at my easel. It is just never boring. The paint itself makes me want to stay. The next stroke with …
Dress Code
When I paint people a personality behind the faces emerge. Unintentionally a little story tells me why and what I need to include or exclude in a painting. I tend to exclude more than I include but even so, in my head I have the full story. The Swedish summer this year was cold. My sleeveless dress on the closet door was ready to be …
I was left alone …
… with my thoughts. I am a slow thinker. Not mainly because I don’t have the capacity to think fast. It is just a little crowded in there so each new spark of a thought has a hell of a job to get to the finish line. And when that happens everybody left and I have no one to share my thoughts with. Title of …
My feet
I walked on the streets of New York My feet touching the common ground of others It doesn’t matter what face we have, what color we share we all have to pick it up what we leave behind Good or bad it all comes around