Hope

To be honest… there is always something surprising, unaccepted… in the woods. Always something…

Meaningful.

Beautiful.

Surprising even.

So symbolic, like this hear shaped trunk. Piece of wood, which already had been inhabited…

By magic.

By colors, shapes and just so became a piece of art… though for me every tree is one! Always and forever!

Because in trees there is hope and somehow communications is so much easier…

But looking at this piece growing from this reminiscence of a tree… is everything you need to know about power, hope and strength.

And of course, I had, had to put this one to be a piece of my Teespring merch. https://teespring.com/hope-is-here-clothes?tsmac=store&tsmic=chepcher-jones-2&pid=791&cid=103531If you want to keep the woods in you, check my shop. It is waiting for you…

Always waiting…

Always…

Trees

I love trees.

Obsessively.

I cry when people cut them, and I feel the best when I can plant or buy more.

If you want to give me something, buy books, trees and silver…

I am that simple.

I can get crazy about a pine tree in a garden shop.

Recently even an olive one caught my eye.

But the most amazing feeling is when you grow a tree from a seed… as a kid I was one of those planting, now woods. Yeah, we used to do it in school. You know, no lessons, just a trip into wilderness.

LOL

We were also working on the field… communism.

But trees… I mean, how can you be against them?

I mean… they are us. Or maybe we are those relatives which are not often invited to the parties only because, we do not get the signals?

Or just…

Are too noisy and weird.

Maybe…

In the woods, I fell at home.

Somehow in all of them!

I paint…

Of course I still paint, but…

I began to feel so uncertain with it, somehow shy, somehow… I do not want to show it off to anyone, I do not want any criticism…

And then I look at this the most expensive painting, which is just a square… on canvas and I rethink myself, and then again, I feel not good. Not even worthy. I feel unnecessary… I feel bad… or maybe just me…

Still, this is our new piece for a new home.

It is called “The Path”, and of course it changes depending on light or the corner you look at this, from…

It dances, speaks…

And I am still embarrassed showing it.

After all these years of learning… years of painting…

I am still… or just again?

I am not in a good place, not at all.

And nothing people say can change it. Truly. I do not think my art is crucial, or at least necessary to this world.

But for me?

Maybe it is only about me?

Maybe I need my art, and not another piece from China, which they stole from one of the artists? Printed on a cheap paper… Yeah, they do it. Or another picture of a fucking cheese plant leaf which is so freaking popular now. In gold of course… because… To be honest, come on, you all will buy something what others have than something unique only because it shows off the price…

You are so sad people… have you ever seen a happiness in the eyes of an older man which you pay and praise for art he created which you take home. And you are one and only to have it! A piece of someones soul…

Have you?

I had… and I will do it again.

Every time

What do you do always?

What you need every time?

What is such an essential of your life? And nope, I am not asking about BIG THINGS, IDEAS, ILLUSIONS…

Nope, not at all. I am asking about little things.

Maybe it is a ring, maybe something weird, you always need tea, coffee exactly in that cup, not in this other one… Maybe it is a cushion, part of wardrobe, bag, necklace? Ring? Maybe it is almost your amulet.

Not only something everyday everytime, maybe even…

… magic, spell…

Maybe in fact you create your own spots, altars, maybe even do processions, always on the right side, never left one. Always water plants from this one… yes, t is logical, but is it only the logic?

Well…

Humans often call others weirdos.

But to be honest, why for so many it is a bad thing to be different. Put together. With sharp edges, or melted ones? Why it is not okay to not be ready to suit in those frames given us by this so called society?

Why?

We hear so much about unique, and how cool it is, and still we do not see it in us. In over everytime and everyday. Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe it would be too much even? Maybe… or a must is in order?

Think…

When it comes to colors, how often you choose things only because they are in your favorite color? LOL

Laugh.

Refresh your mouth.

Structures and stories

Structures, shadows…

… mind creating stories… I love it.

Maybe it is even an obsession of some kind?

Maybe?

Maybe it is only the light, maybe I was in a right time, right place… or maybe it is only my imagination, that it all brings stories into my mind.

Amazing stories…

Or maybe it is all about rebirthing old ideas into nowadays?

Here is a monument, which for those loving standing stones would be just a pleasure. Modern monument, giving thanks to the past…

Still so suiting here.

Perfectly…

Oh yes… and the tree with an ass or vagina. Depends how you look at it… got also a very interesting branch in the front…

Or other side…

How do you think?

Or maybe it is too much thinking and berries which we do not recommend to add to deserts and cakes. Maybe…

Changes

Soooo… I closed my shop here.

If you want to buy my art you got to go to Facebook, and check what is available. No worries, payment as always via paypal. Prices include shipping.

Easy peasy.

When it comes to prints you can get my merch via Teespring shop or just buy a print of my photos presented on Facebook or Facebook IBornholm, or Instagram and InstagramBear for 150DKK, and print it as you want it. Again, payment via paypal and I will send you full sized photo on your email. Why no prints for sale? Because shipping them from Danmark is a killer for every virtual shop, every artist, really…

Also printing them here would…

I mean they would be freaking expensive!

Done.

I am in this arty farty world since I was a kid but to be honest, started it over 12 years ago and… I think I failed. Mostly because I am lousy and I struggle to get cash for my art or magic.

Truly.

I am a looser.

Time to say it, accept it… and… fuuuck… What to do?

Structures

Structures, reflections, light, lack of light.

Colors, shapes, shadows…

Reflections…

This what you can see, feel, smell…

What runs quickly, what stays…

What is somewhere, where you can not reach and…

What you do not want to break.

Stopped.

Not moving, but so fragile… #artofnature

Beautiful.

Inspiration, but also…

Something what I feel a bit obsessed about and also amused and really… overwhelmed. I feel… not good enough to create.

Because it this all is here, in this world, so why to do anything?

What for?

Truly?

Paint me

And if there were no other colors…

… if you could paint the world?

Would the sky be blue?

And some leaves still green?

Would you change everything?

Or maybe… or maybe you would create your own palette for this Universe? Maybe you will be so sure that it can world better, that you could create different, better world? Because, to be honest, colors work! They can make us laugh, or give us a headache. Make us stronger or weaker. Sleepy…

Or…

Or maybe we have the perfection, but we got mixed definitions? You call the the sky awesome when it is clearly blue, but it is never only blue, there is says some goldeness, redness, whiteness…

And what I love… gloomy…

More a feeling than colors. Maybe this is also one of answers. Maybe there are no colors only feelings?

Maybe?

More light

Sometimes light is everything, everywhere…

And sometimes.

It is more divine.

Like crazy resurrection of some kind…

Or maybe there is a pot of gold?

Wait…

Have to check…

What?

Of course I will not tell you if I found some. LOL

Come on, hard times, drastic measures LOL

But sometimes it is more… like annunciation?

Truly.

Follow me…

Follow!!!

And remember there are new designs in my Teespring shop. https://teespring.com/dashboard/stores

And do not follow the light stupidly.

Truly…

Sometimes it is just fools gold. LOL

Confession

… oh my, this title is awesome.

Right?

You could except everything in such blog post. Something dirty, something mysterious or something… surprising. Something new, something old. Maybe even something borrowed. A huge BOOOOM.

Or at least a middle size one.

You could…

And this what I want to say is… that all I feel around me is fear. All I feel around me is not sadness but weird mixed feelings. All I feel is… confusing! Very confusing, and I am done with it!!!

So much!!!

Yeah, of course it is this 2020. This huge difference, this… I mean how could you not except it after all volcanos dancing, fires and earthquakes… Now one of the most amazing, and LAST such national parks is on fire. We are loosing precious animals and plants which in fact are only there!!! Here is Facebook page where you can get more messages because somehow such unique place is…

NOT IMPORTANT for others.

Yes… people there, who also gathered money for Australia feel… abandoned. They are poor, they are also fighting with this pandemic, and now this. Birds, moss, peat, trees, very hard to be saved and…

I mean…

How is it, that we all are equal, and all I hear is USA or UK, some stupidity, and not that precious peace of Europe is disappearing? This is our oxygen going away. Where is that Greta? Why nobody cares except firefighters who are doing it with bare hands. Flying planes with water is sooo expensive, that poor place, which was for now handling somehow this precious pearl, keeping it alive… those people…

Nope, we are not equal at all.

All I feel next to fear is that I am someone worst because I was born in a weird country. Really USA? Oh my, let me check history books…

This is my confession…

I live on an island which was not touched by virus except economy. We still can go out, people are scared but only because of TV. News. We have birds singing, blue sky, sea by the corner… Nope, people here are not perfect. Wilderness is also disappearing… and… I lost hope long time ago, but now…

I feel…

Nothing.