Stockholm

Sometimes you need to charge your battery, maybe in the apartment your mom and dad cooked for you, or in the fields where you were riding horses in full speed. Jumping on the trampoline with your best friend, eating food with your hands! Remember the time when you sang along to the Spicegirls song, or bullied your brother until you laughed and coughed at the same time?
I'm here at this place but I'm gonna leave it in about one day, leave the safety, do more and explore.

A Journey

NY

A party in NYC where it was all about paint, having fun, re-painting, cover other's work, collaborate, dance to the jazztones, where a naked girl preformed. Sing along, and just have fun, open up your creativity in the public space, share, be and don't care!

(The painting above just developed during a couple of seconds. I took the graffiti spray and just did, then in hindsight it might have been inspired by the naked singer.)

Madrid

Then I flew over to Madrid for the Mango show, did my fitting, had half of a day, went to the Museo Nacional Del Prado.
The painting of Hans Baldung Grien "The Three Ages of Man and Death" captured me, because I referred to our generation, the middle year paranoia, where the ideal is to be young. The mentality is: if you are not young, you can't have fun.

Stockholm

Left Madrid, to continue my trip to Stockholm. During the plane ride I was bored of movies and books, could not focus, instead I start to let my hand speak, did 14 sketches of bodies. Came home to see my lovely mom, and my town, then I made this painting of bodies.

Three different cities, and three different experiences, made my week complete.

Marina Abramovic At The MOMA

I went there all alone without knowing anyone. People around me were complete strangers, relaxed and focused. I turned my eyes towards the square, and the two individuals who were sitting there. In front of each other, combining the air into magic. The energy of emotions fill the room with a boom. Also, the surrounding sounds from people bounce - completing the reality of the present.

I mean, what I see is a beautiful of reality as a whole. I see people's fear come up to the square, released and determined to turn it around to its narrow ground! The surface changes on each person like a waterfall. The change of color when it comes around...drops down when you see it from another perspective or another light, when the sunshine is shining bright! Turning to the level of hundreds of colors, sometimes it´s see-through or could be solid like stones - a magical combination that is caught among us.

This is what I see without any expectations on my reactions. Just be, inhale the substance of the situation, undress the layers that each human puts on to conduct oneself in a specific manner. I exposed my fear and also my care. I exposed my respect to the viewers that surround me but also admiration to the ones I am focused.

Then suddenly, from nowhere, a man came up to me, handed me a green piece of paper. Couldn't see his face only the light pink shirt that flew away....and disappeared with a blur.

On the green paper it was written:

"To the unknown female the other side of Marina. Even more, that in the truncated wonder of viewers, the one we´ve come to view is not the only. Although solace seems impossible in that chair, is there not solace as well across the square? Someone whispers what type of art, some breath carts its incapable words into sigth for the aside. Yet there is luminosity or what it feels like to say luminosity while having it whole in relgase. Marina the other women there is young and poised to lightly strike the room down. Even beauty or again, what it mean to say such words cannot figure her in. Yet I´m writing this, She is writing as well, smooth hair from a distance, fall in a slight undertone. The same rustle and ... of her leather jacket. Long legs in a lean which allure careens. Marina, today my eyes went away and were renewed. Yet this is a passing note, a look unlost" T.F. Dorholt 5/17/10

I read it twice, embraced by the note, brought together by art. Marina, thank you for an experience beyond control of humans feelings and circumstances, and thank you to the mystical man in the pink shirt for making life even more unexpected and fun - to live, to be open to the things around.

The Red Soul

My mind is dead, like my soul is red forgetting about the sleep, making a deep scar in the dream, can't really heal, the sound of the existence is too narrow, too close to ignore, observing instead, and letting time fly by, forcing the body to move on, follow the flow, climbing in trees, hiding behind doors, in a corner or on the floor, shouting out loud, while the ego sings, sings, sings, through everything, just hanging in there, a little fake, walking a marathon without a break, high on life, can't stop go, gonna continue until I drop!

The Ones Around - Anna de Rijk

Next up in The Ones Around is my other roomie, Anna. Her coral blue eyes touch onto stones, making them melt, like butter in the sun. Those eyes made both Chanel and Dior fall in love.

The Ones Around - Caroline Källbäck

The third vitality in the ones around is Caroline, because of her enormous joy for life. She could be in a hurricane and like a flower inhale the emotions, and transform it to energy. Where ever she goes she sees beauty.

The Ones Around - Sara Blomqvist

The second personality in The Ones Around is my dear roomie, Sara Blomqvist. Because she got her tattoo "Frank", without really considering it. Spontaneous as she is, she decided on a tattoo while she had a coffee with some friends of hers. After that coffee, they all went to a tattoo studio, and suddenly little "Frank" was born on the side of Sara's chest.