Wednesday Wanderings (26)
Can you see the millions of flies circling around us? Never before did I see such buzzing clouds rising from the grasses. When we arrived at the farm we saw a few flies, the first of our trip. We got hats with nets, thinking it...
Wednesday Wanderings (25)
It's been a few years but I've always knew that we'd go back. There is something about the landscapes of Iceland that I haven't found anywhere else. The first day of our stay, I wandered around on my own, got some polaroid film and started drawing...
Fridays for Future, March 15, Stockholm
A long bus trip brought me from postcard Dalarna with snow on the roofs all the way to a gloomy Stockholm where the rain would accompany all day during the strike for the climate. The past few weeks, I've read so much criticism on these actions...
Reading: Solitude (In pursuit of a singular life in a crowded world) by Michael Harris
The common cure for loneliness is more connections, yet exercising our solitude is another option.Time alone is inevitable- but can we thrive when it occurs? Solitude and its effects on the human mind and body is something that fascinates me. This curiosity was also the foundation...
Learning something new: making spoons
Diogo is a very skilled guitar builder who works with European woods- so lots of experience with wood, something I don't know much about, but one can always learn from the masters, right? By a warm campfire by the lake, Diogo showed me step by step...
Inside my sketchbook
It's been a while since I posted my sketches. Some days I forget, but now it's also been a while since new ones found their way to the good old sketchbook. With the light returning to Sweden since hm...
Wednesday Wanderings (17)
Under a blue sky, the water levels are rising everywhere around us. Snow and ice from a long and cold winter melts into creeks and rivers, all the way back to the lakes. We keep a close watch on the lake as ducks can now swim...
Not all there is to know, we can see.
There is an emptiness, a void, that has to be filled with the wild air that wanders from the mountains back to the sea. We watch but don't see what we don't know. We watch the objects but fail to see time floating by. We...