Sometimes

The Technical aspects of our lives can really yank my chain sometimes. I want to hereby start what we in Sweden call a "first world" list of things that bugs us, and that we laugh and ridicule over because we have it much better than a lot of people in this world and should really be thankful for what we have. ----everyone follow that one?-----

So lets start off the list in now apparent order at all:

- gravel stuck in my shoe

- the peeling label on the butter box breaks

- the window vipers on my car make it harder to see than if I shut them off

- slow internet

Well I am sure you get the idea. Let me in on some of your pet peeves.

Til next time - I love Hank Moody

Seeing is not believing - take it into your own hands

Not sure when the weather is going to get better, stable, or just the same. Sick of the changing ways the weather gods tend to produce right now. Why do I live in a country that, even though has four seasons, has darkness for almost a third of the short year we have? Depressing and thought provoking. I say this about the dark times "I work". True to an extent but also therapeutic. Think about it, Do you wanna work in the sumer? You never did when you were in school. 

So any who, I'v been tired and a little lost and also looking for the next excuse to create a deadline for my creative work. I now have, found a start and a deadline. Back in the studio and whipping the ideas out and making the canvases fast enough to catch the brilliance of my creativity. I am in the zone brother. Keep your eye this way. Images coming soon.

Later/R

The world begins to disappear

We will never be together again. All the times that have passed and I, will not share the light of day... again.

What's the concept here? Memories? We create new ways to keep our memories but these ways only create more things to remember. Gigabyte this and that. I think a baby in the future will be born with a number of terabytes and, well, have to stick to those "given bytes", 'cause there is none more in the world. we have used up our space.

I have my memories, and they are mine to mold, change and reinvent. I have my own whisper game in a way. The memories change themselves according to what I am experiencing in the present. Scary stuff and funny experiences. It turns out I tell lies about my memories. Even though the memories have happened to me.

Loving it. Telling the truth, its true.