Dreaming I’m flying
This year's midsummer was the warmest for many years. None the less we didn't escape the obligatory rain. It came in the afternoon, as it usually does, when we sat…
This year's midsummer was the warmest for many years. None the less we didn't escape the obligatory rain. It came in the afternoon, as it usually does, when we sat…
This post is about my exhibition in Ulricehamn and therefore I am posting it in Swedish. Så kom den första helgen för utställningen på Galleri SM Art. 26 bilder ramade…
Tre helger, från lördag 13:e juni till söndag 28:e juni, ställer jag ut bilder på Göteborg (och några stycken från Orust) på Galleri SM Art i Ulricehamn. Mitt i rådande…
Another weekend at the summer house on Orust. You can't escape the pandemic, it hangs over everything like the proverbial "wet blanket". Out here we can let ourselves be immersed…
We are recommended to stay at home, practice social distancing, and stop the virus from spreading, to flatten the curve. We do it differently in Sweden to most other countries.…
Easter Saturday ended with pouring rain and howling winds. What is better for a good nights sleep then the sound of rain on a tin roof? Especially after a day…
After a miserably wet Saturday we wake up Sunday morning at the summer house to a cold but beautifully sunny day. Starved of sunlight and vitamin D we decide to…
To be honest I am actually writing this long after the fact. This was a few weeks back, a Sunday in mid January, the 12th to be exact. Had some…
The last day of this Christmas/New Year break was rainy and grey so we decided to put some colour into it by visiting Marita and Mattias and their Bernese Mountain…
Sunday the 29th of December 2019 turned out to be even greyer and duller than Saturday the 28th. A thick mist of atomized water droplets hung in the air killing…
Another weekend at the summer house. This time it's just me and Cooper. It's dark and raining when we arrive on Friday evening but soon we have a fire burning…
So far this November we have apparently had 10 hours of sunlight. Sounds a lot to me. Spend a normal November in Sweden and you will understand the Swedish Melancholy…