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Invitation - Process

Hi! Welcome to check out my process.  I don't have a studio at the moment so I just make a mess at home... Something I started a while back. I always begin with just one shape ( or sometimes two ) and color. Then I let it rest and come back to it maybe a week or so later to see where it want's to go from here.  For me it's like a dialogue. I have to really listen, really pay attention to get the input I need to move to the next step... Close up of details and texures. Time is crucial. I check for various states of dryness to know when to add the next layer or to...

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Co-Working w Karolina Nolin

Co-Working with Karolina Nolin Since a few years back I've had a co-working project going with my friend Karolina. Just like me she's an artist and we sort of grew up together.  It took us some time to get into it, but now I look forward to every time we've decided to do a work shop. It's really a beautiful process of deep trust and acceptance. You just have to let go of all control and just let whatever happen, happen.  Step one is to just find time. Oh, that precious time! But we're getting better at prioritize.  Step two is to get down to it. We start out in separate parts of the studio and sort of work our...

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Story - Afternoon

A time back When - Monotypi/Watercolor - Private Afternoon He left my body like a black boomerang. No, not at all like that. Let me do it all over. I need to concentrate to get this right. And there are all sorts of noise in the house. The coffee machine hissing, spitting out it’s dark content on the freshly painted wall beside it ( nuisance ). The children waking up upstairs. Going from sleep to mayhem in the blink of an eye. The radiators humming, but that’s a sound a like. A sound of home. So. It was more like an oversized staple, chunky, black but still very concentrated in its form. A precise shape. Lifting from my side as...

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Story - Raspberries

We had to pick the raspberries before the planes came. Soaking the whole mountain side in it’s toxic spray. The planes where a government funded project aiming at keeping the weeds down so that the valuable pines could grow tall, straight and fast. That’s were money was. Exporting long, soft from their fast growth, planks all over the world. State owned of course. Like everything back then. We never knew the exact date they would arrive, so each day that wrapped up without them showing like a swarm of mosquitos on the horizon ended with an exhale stuffed with hope. There would be a new chance tomorrow. And maybe we’d find the time then and come home with old yogurt...

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