a little special blog

Min son och jag startade en blogg till honom här om dagen. Välkomna till Ansgars specialblogg!

My son wanted a blog of his own so we started one for him the other day. Please welcome to visit Ansgars special blog!

ukulele and hat

Isn´t this just the best pic ever? My four-year old son took it, it makes me so happy. It´s one of his best friends with an ukulele and a matching hat.

pink petal again

I was out in my garden this morning, mourning the Geraniums
the pink petals has turned greyish-orange and
the wind was whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

This night I had a dream
when dawn came and aroused me
the dream wouldn´t go away.
The dream still hurts in my body and
fragments of it is whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

I am unable
to read the dream as it is a dream
but
I am able
to read the wind as it is a wind.

A wind of fall
dreaming a dream
about falling.

simplicity

Kökshanddukens enkla skönhet.
The simple beauty of a kitchen towel.

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.

endless

Endless is the amount of color.
This is my color file,
my recipes for tones.
It´s filled but
we´re just in the beginning.
We, as in me and the color.

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.

weekword: balance

Perhaps balance is an illusion?

Maybe we seek it too much?

If not in balance,

we might

see things odd and extraordinary.

we might

learn

learn something

about ourselves and

the stories that surrounds us.

Like the tell of this parasol stand.

.

It´s weekword, please go to Mary for more balance.

Here, the colors are balanced from a weekword in May.

I guess my two weekwords of balance contradict, but

that might be what balance is all about?

mary has the word

I´m sorry I couldn´t do last weekword at Henniemavis it was such a wide word... I´m thinking about it still though BRAID.
But this was last week and for You who want to play this week Mary has the word!

For me, I´m on an island and now I´m out to pick blueberries!
See You soon!

kanske / maybe

Fantasin kan vara porten till oändligheten.

Imagination might be the gate to eternity.

weekword: rebel

At night
I sneak out the door
dressed in pyjamas
I pretend
that our district is a forest
and the people are roe-deers.
I pretend
the non-existence of society
I´m the city slicker rebel
at least
I pretend.

Visit clever Carmen and our rebel friends for more stories.
If You´re a rebel, pease join this weekword!

shy

we promised to be back the day after,
we promised carrots.
Our little one got shy.

pictures by husband.

white

white horses

at sea.

the water was so forgiving.

white horses

fellow-creatures of peace.

I knew

they would whiten my soul.

pax

Dom kom
från Ingenstans
Dom kom
med fred.

They came
from Nowhere
They came
with peace.

Last picture by husband.