progress III

The smaller sketch.

progress II

In Malmö at KKV-textil prepared for screen printing on fabric. This piece is going to be almost four meters. All ready...

progress I

My boy helping me out in the studio. Huge sketch is finished and awaiting next step, remember this bird?. Next step will be taken in Malmö at KKV.
Coming up...

in the hand of

a part of a sketch
a part of me

crown of a root

Crown of a tree or a root system.
Same same but different.
Vice versa
and wholly.

anyway a detail from a work in progress.

this star
this star is shining
this star is shining on line.

and A
A is shouting
A is shouting from this glittery womb of mine.

I'm on to these sherds of stars now
they're tumbling all around
lining up from inside
waiting for A time to shine.

an A

Nadine chose a letter from the alphabet for drawing challenge and I dared the opportunity to translate a story that I´m working on. I guess it´s still in progress but I´ll tell You the essence of this story. It goes:

Do You need to know the alphabet first, before You can read?
If You don´t know that there are books then maybe You don´t know there´s a thing called reading.
Don´t you need to know the knowledge about reading before You can understand that there are letters that can form words, that can frame sentences, that build stories that roots in history.
So You must know history before You know the alphabet?
But how to read history when You don´t know about characters from the alphabet?
And to decipher them in to meaning.

So what then if You find an A.
You could think it´s a sherd of a star.

Well, it might just be the fragment of a star that someone used as an A to frame sentences to tell their story.

letter

Today on drawing challenge: a letter from the alphabet.
My letter is A and it goes with a story. I have no time to tell You the story today. Have patience.

continue

Life continues
every heartbeat
every drop of rain
every now and then
all included
everything
every
thing
anything can sing.

moonlight

The moon
a segment of an orange.

inside the wind

Sometimes I visualize the wind,
not only do I feel it
or see it´s advance.
I look in to it
I screw up my eyes and this is what I see
I made a sketch,
You might call it the invisible skeleton of the wind.
I´m not sure yet if different winds has different skeletons,
different dna perhaps.
I know though that they have different purposes.
Like the one the other day that blew away old habits.
and
I know that I must do some research inside the wind...

to be continued.

remembrance

Now they are long gone, hiding
in the memory
of pink petal in full bloom.
To rest one´s face in a dew-wet peony
is a splendid experience.

Now outside my window, a wind
that blows away old habits
I guess I´m going outdoors and attend
to rest my face in those wind gusts.
hopefully, it will be
a splendid experience
when new habits enter in the storm.

Now on my signboard, a sketch
to dive into
looking for layer
with a new eye. yes,
a splendid experience
when habits change and
new opportunities open up.

just like the peony
no longer hiding
in a memory.

gentle breeze

Slowly taking place in the studio again. Summer hasn´t yet ended. I love August, it´s warm and chill at the same time.

I´m sorry I missed out last weekword, collection was a good one at splendid Textilspanieln. On friday it´s nostalgic at Silver linings 4 me, go there it will be fun!

Tomorrow I will host a board meeting for the council of Nordic Textile Art.
I´ve been preparing, and
I guess I´m back on track soon, but I´m not gonna let Summer trickle out that easily.

årstiderna / the seasons

jag är fortfarande yrvaken

årstiderna är som ett sammelsurium i kroppen.

Den långa vintern

den sköra, men starka våren som

till slut bryter igenom och

nu sommar

syrenerna har redan blommat över.

Inom mig

skottar jag snö

vidrör knoppar

sparkar grus på gatan

fryser

lyssnar i fågelägg som snart kläcks

har näsan i pioner

sparar till vinterpäls

går barfota och
möter den friska höstluften.

årstiderna är som ett sammelsurium i kroppen

jag är fortfarande yrvaken.

I´m still drowsy

in my body the seasons jumble.

The long winter

the fragile, but strong spring that

eventually brakes through and

now summer

the lilac has already bloomed.

Within

I´m snow clearing

touching buds

kicking gravel on the street

freezing

listening to birds eggs that are just about to hatch

have my nose in peonies

growing a fur before winter

walking bare-foot and

meeting the fresh autumn wind.

in my body the seasons jumble

I´m still drowsy.

färg / colorant

På bottenvåningen i min ateljé.
I händelsernas centrum.

Min skyddsrock måste placeras synligt och nästan i vägen för mig så att jag inte glömmer den och plötsligt dyker in i färgen och börjar måla. Har jag väl gått in i målnings- eller tryckprocess är kläderna ingenting jag prioriterar. Detta har jag lärt mig av erfarenhet.

Är det likadant för Dig?

.

In the basement of my studio.

In the center of events.

My protective coat has to be visually placed for me, I must not forget it and dive in to the paint and start my work. Once in the work process of painting or printing my clothes are not my priority. This I have learned by experience.

Have You the same experience?

regn / rain

Regn.
en gammal skiss.

Rain.
an old sketch.

gul dröm II / yellow dream II

har gjort en skiss och börjat brodera den gula drömmen.
den gula drömmen drömmer sig själv in i realiteten.

made a sketch and started an embroidery with the yellow dream.
the yellow dream dreams it self in to reality.

weekword: berättelse / story

detta är vägen till den 7:e stjärnan.
En teckning, en karta,
en visuell saga.
Jag har gjort den för flera år sen.
Jag förstår att det är en berättelse på mer än tusen ord, men
jag hör inte orden, det är
en visuell saga
nu.

Besök Rachel hon sitter på kartan till de andra berättelserna som idag berättas i veckans ordlek.

this is the road to the 7th star.
A drawing, a map,
a visual story.
I made it years ago.
I understand that it can be told by more than a thousand words, but
I can´t hear the words, it is
a visual story
for now.

Please visit Rachel she has the map to all the other stories told today in this weeks weekword.

Och här är ett fint ställe för berättelser: Sagomuseét i Ljungby.
And here is a really nice place for Storytelling: the Museum of Legends.

slända / dragon-fly

"Jag är sländan"
En tanke olika material. Äldre arbeten.

Jag har långsamma processer.
jag arbetar utanför tiden
jag arbetar utanför tiden nu för tiden.
jag har skyndat mig en gång för mycket
jag har skyndat mig en gång för mycket åt fel håll
jag har skyndat mig en gång för mycket åt fel håll av fel anledning
jag har skyndat mig en gång för mycket åt fel håll av fel anledning och jag trodde det var rätt.
och jag trodde det var rätt men jag hade fel. rätt så fel.
Vad som är rätt är
Långsamhet
om så bara för en dag
så varar den dagen
en Evighet.

Jag är sländan
om så bara för en dag
så varar den dagen
en Evighet.

"I am the dragon-fly"
One thought, different materials. Older works.

I have slow processes.
I work outside of time
I work outside of time all of the time nowadays.
I have hurried once enough
I have hurried once enough in the wrong direction
I have hurried once enough in the wrong direction by the wrong reason
I have hurried once enough in the wrong direction by the wrong reason and I thought it was right.
and I thought it was right but I was wrong. enough is enough.
What is right is
Slowness
if only for a day
that day may exist
an Eternity.

I am the dragon-fly
if only for a day
that day may exist
an Eternity.

buren / the cage

"Normalitetens järnbur"
Silcscreentryck och målning på textil.
Skiss ur äldre skissbok.
"The iron cage of normalization" is this a feeling anyone can relate to?
Silcscreen printed and painted fabric.
Sketch from old scetch book.

I don´t know why but sometimes my photos can´t increase when clicking them. What am I doing wrong? Is this a feeling anyone can relate to? :)