Black and white?

Black and white?

Nope, just the light.

Amazing power of looking straight to the light.

Its soul.

Like there was something more…

Of course we know the power of the white light, prismatic fun, all those colors…

But black and white.

Okay, almost.

You can easily see tiny rainbows, but still…

Bit monochromatic.

Bit only shades…

Bit only something drained from something…

Squeezed.

Not full, or maybe this way it is true?

Maybe?

Or this is the true?

The other side?

Colorful and so simple. You see everything.

No questions.

Or maybe…

And yes, here was the one disturbing me.

Amazing, glorious…

… pooping here.

Yeah, so much from majestic, right? LOL Again… reality strikes! LOL

Hi cow! With awesome hairdo! LOL

Sea

Simple… our planet just has it… the waters, waves, salty and sweet.

Streams and lakes, puddles, rivers and… muddy, playful places.

But when it comes to the sea. You never know. You do not know where it had been and where it will be… somehow it is here always, especially when you live on an island, you just know. Simple.

But truly…

It mixes it.

More…

Your mind, weird need for traveling… always need of dipping your bottom in this blueness…

And those colors… this neon green, blue in all shades.

Something bubbling.

Something surprising.

And then all of sudden, on the edges…

How?

How can they be here, touching the salty waters?

How?

Rope, the boat and…

I fall in love with weird things.

And always want to take them home.

But with some pieces of the world surrounding me… I can not.

And… it makes me sad, so I take million photos of the rope, boat and sea… and seaweeds and of course that stone bridge like thing?

I can not take them home, right? For sure they belong to someone so it would be a theft, but… a photo…

They are so pretty and blue.

Yes, I love blue, you know that very well. LOL

Maybe obsessed even… but only maybe!

But even if not blue, those sea things… being born in depth of the darkness, deepest, wettest area of this planet…

Oh my, just look. Those colors, shapes, this blueness of the rock with lichen and of course the calmness of the water.

Waiting…

To finally leave this place and sail away into unknown.

Into the places even dragons don’t know well.

Really…

And what about you?

Are you ready for a new journey?

I am… I think I am… maybe I am.

Oh come on.

You can always stay home and dream. LOL It is also a traveling, for free, and you will not catch some weird bug. For sure.

New home

Because it is a home.

The home, not a house. Not a building.

In fact it started to live in me a year ago, and around that time we had no idea that we will be living here. All I know, the old house was killing us. Luckily I was painting in a different place, so my paintings which are for sale were not touched by this… I will call it a plague. Or my own restlessness and of course negligence of the landlord.

Yeah, they suck.

Still…

I heard this home whispering to me. I saw crows, which as polar bears and moose are my spirit animals… I knew, but also was so freaked out, because how? I mean really!!! We can not afford it? We pay so much for this awful dark house, that… it is like crazy. So why not pay the bank…

And it happened.

I have the home.

And yes, those are photos from our first morning here…

Not even a home, but THE home… amazing, lovely, full of light. And… I know I have lost a lot… And pain is still present, I need time to heal, but I already know what paintings will be born… if someone would buy the old ones. Packed in plastic. Living in a lovely yellow shed with a window… and the view.

Yeah, even my arty Kunst-shed has a view.

I have one now, my own…

So spoiled!!!

Few days ago we figured out that there is a light outside. Because we had so much cleaning in the old house that we did not inspect this Gulehus Misio, as I cal him… oh yes, it is him. Weird, right? Still… We are learning each other. It is like… you fall in love but then you learn. The whispers, weird sounds, normal sounds. The new aromas. Wooden softness of the floor, finally not burning my ass. Tiles in the kitchen and this space… especially because we have lost the furniture, we really have only a table, one chair and two soft chairs gifted with a puff.

And few books…

The rest of them is dead and I am still mourning.

But…

Now I wake up to the light which I can turn off with shades! LOL And I have a lovely wooden terrace, and space…

Have I mentioned the space?

For many of you it is normal, for me, always living in some kind of cages, it is not. It is new!!! It is… mine.

And I feel like it always has been like this. But myself… myself is changing again. And it is a scary process.

Down there

I always notice them…

Little worlds down there.

I could swear I saw someone, working hard in his garden. In tiny hat, with tiny tools…

I could swear I heard squeaking… voices, whispering…

Or maybe I do not have to swear.

Maybe I really saw, heard, was there.

For a moment.

In one of those closed world, which people so often just squeeze and…

Nothing more…

Between the trees, in the tall grass… there are songs and stories.

You only got to be quiet.

Very quiet.

Like this little… monster?

No, not a monster, just a creature which was a tree, then changed into something else, by humans hands and now…

Is a dragon.

Real one!

Just look at this lovely face… and his tail…

Magnificent!!!

Now he is creating world around him. Finally free…

From everything.

Lund in spring 12

Do you remember this time when spring starts to play with petals?

Oh, that was that moment.

Special one.

Very white and blue and pink.

Very fragile, unique, although happening every year…

Unique, because to catch this moment is so rare.

At least for me…

So I just could not leave it…

Couldn’t… 

But had to… had to come back home.

And in those days, I wasn’t into coming back.

Really.

I wanted new…

New to happen.

I still need it…

Something finally to move… and nope, not talking about moving out LOL

Nope.

Oh and this light, setting sun which made the stone even more blue.

It was so… fantasy books like.

So Harry Potter…

Really.

I can smell the cauldron bubbling.

I can hear the dragons…

I can see them.

But I always see more.

Weirdly…

Like those lovely tiles.

I mean, who does it now? In this weird world which claims to be so unique not so many really is one.

Lund in spring 11

It is like… you walk, you see the cathedral, all those monumental buildings, then you see new ones…

Bit boring, and then…

Everything changes again.

It never ends.

This city is full of surprises.

I mean really.

Maybe some of them are more hidden, but some…

Are screaming at you.

Look at this pure, clean cuteness.

Or this tiny paradise area.

Or… oh well, still this redness is a bomb.

And the again…

Into the city, circling around…

Because…

I am looking for one of the best shops ever!

Maybe tiny, maybe hidden…

But truly the cutest. With the best Swedish stuff!!!

I mean really.

Come on… it is here…

See.

Found it again, and it is open.

And the Lady inside is the nicer seller you ever met.

Truly.

One thing… have cash with you!!!

This is very important, but if not, no worries ATM is very close!

Lund in spring 10

I know we are still here…

But why not? I mean really?

It is such a cute place. Such a treasure.

And just walking through those streets…

And looking, listening… is such an amazing experience.

Especially when it is spring, there is not so many tourists…

But flowers are smelling so nicely…

And all those colors when trees are still mostly naked…

Oh, there is something in a smell of a flower shop.

Haven’t been in one for a very long time…

All I see…

Are those. And grass… and fields.

In fact the whole world is a flower shop, right?

But now, we can come back to this blue sky…

And cute chairs.

I mean really patriotic.

And those homes…

And…

Reflections, and slowly… my time here ends…

Sadly.

I could stay here longer, maybe even for a night?

Come on, what about it? A weekend in Lund?

Any sponsors? LOL

Lund in spring 9

And it was spring, so there was also some kind of celebration…

Maybe not so religious, more like: hey, light is coming back, it is awesome!!!

People were out, playing with sun, or just sitting… and being.

Or just walking…

And in fact looking at all those amazing buildings…

Blue sky, colors…

Maybe I do not like the material, or this forced happiness… I do not need it… but still, people tend to have fun with it.

I prefer this.

Bit more natural… much more natural.

So… strong.

This… well…

Looks interesting.

Still this one was much more interesting. Could watch them for hours!

I mean really. This grace, colors, freedom, nature in the middle of the city.

Bathing, hygiene…

And reflections…

Yummy…

Oh yes.

Okay… who see this one roasted with apples? LOL

Maybe not me, but for sure some of you could have a little duck.

LOL

Lund in spring 8

Yes there is more.

Much more in fact.

Today… the famous cathedral…

Lunds domkyrka…

or in fact only a very interesting entry…

And all those scenes.

“Two bronze doors built by Carl Johan Dyfverman serve as the main entrance. They hold 24 reliefs with motifs from the Bible, particularly the Old Testament. Above the doorway, a concrete pediment has three holy men as motifs: Jesus Christ, Canute IV of Denmark and Saint Lawrence.” by Wikipedia

They are amazing.

All those details which force you to say: oh, they do not do it this way nowadays.

Those faces…

… watching you, looking, judging?

Maybe?

And the patine…

Everything here is so saint, but also magical in one place. I could not get inside, but maybe next time.

I needed nature…

Real nature and quiet back.

Less thinking, more walking…

And maybe…

Some fun?

LOL I am here for the tea, but…

Well…