Come with me

Come on, come with me!

We will go for a walk into early springy woodlands.

When branches are still naked and shapes and structures of the bark and wood are just breathtaking.

And those mirrors… in which you should not look too long… or maybe we all should? Maybe living behind the glass…

Maybe it could be better? Because this world hurts me…

Is such pain in fact… only the woods somehow are normal.

Still full of spirits, whispers, Sleeping Gods, nymphs and beings which do not want you to know their names…

Because not everyone of them wants to be discovered. Known… even worshiped. Though, they love chocolate.

Bring some, leave a bit on a stone…

Maybe they will be happier than… you.

Maybe this happiness will let you somehow lift your own spirit?

But beware of those living in the woods… bit more present sometimes.

Yes, here cows just play in the woods. Sheep and goats too.

Though they prefer rocks.

Look at this beauty.

Awwwww…

Like huge doggies.

So cute… t.b.c.

In and out

Sometimes it is better not to look to deep.

To look behind yourself, windows, opened door, so inviting…

Sometimes it is better to leave.

And not be too curious…

Not to follow the most famous excuse in science…

“Because it was there”…

Really…

Because this what you do sometimes may start the most nasty butterfly effect. Or just open what Pandora wanted you to open…

Use your mind, do not follow only some weird gurus who in fact are famous only because they are pretty and skinny. This does not in fact guarantee the bright, deep mind… truly… I mean, trust me.

I am ugly. LOL

Do not follow the ugly ones too… they can be wrong.

To be honest, follow your guts… but only after some training. And if in need, ask someone older… they may seem too old to know how to deal with this world, but as those bricks, they saw a lot, they may surprise you…

Truly…

Deeply.

Somehow these modern times seem to close the wise old tales… quiet them down. Because, oh they are so old-fashioned… like what? You are so modern, so developed because of those flat things in your hands… ringing, biiping, annoying… I mean, really? Truly?!!!

I am so tired…

Like an old hag.

Wait, ancient one, sounds better. But nope, I do not have all the answers for you. In fact, I am not into talking at all!

Yeah… this world is so messed up.

And the old ones stopped talking… those wise one especially because they see no hope… so why to bother?

Why…

The past

How do you feel about it?

The past…

As an archeologist I feel comfy about it… but not about my own past. My own, called also my life is too painful, at least for me. I do not want to remember pieces of my life, big pieces, huge even…

And you know what? It is okay to have in your head a huge chest where memories are hidden. Or even… threw them away.

Just because…

If you can not live with them, if you struggle, if they are just too heavy, just loose some past weight. But when it comes to history, oh my, discover it. Read what was written by loosers and winners and choose answers. Because, to be honest, everyone who sees you will write a story, and to be honest, you can fully disagree with this view but, you can not stop people of looking, thinking, imagining…

But there are people who look at the past, hidden in archeology, paleontology, geology… and feel fear. Weird feeling, which just catches theirs throws and stops them from breathing… because, to be honest, if in Finish and Danish there is no future tense maybe… maybe in fact only now counts?

Only NOW is comfortable?

True?

No idea… just thoughts after touching some sea level which is over 500 millions old… I can not even, somehow… imagine this number… so for me… it is nothing scary. Because it is still now, me watching, creating stories…

Me…

With my past I do not deal so well.

Chosen

And…

Yeah, more details, more colors, more… see, knew there were two artists!

Would I prefer it to be more symbolic? Nope… this piece, for me too… well, known.

Really.

The rest, I think perfect for tourists. Great wall for Instagram!

Truly… and deeper analyzing is… not needed.

Just having fun is.

Because why not?

Why art can not be only fun?

Why we all got to be judgmental, always have some weird opinion, comparisons… nope, I am done! I have feelings and… feel it is good.

Cute…

And for sure useful.

Brightening up this space.

Bringing smiles…  thanks for it!!!

Art full of wall

Art full of wall, wall full of art. LOL

Truly.

This piece appeared in Gudhjem months ago, but you know, I needed time… as always. Got too much to write about, and still, I feel I am missing something.

Something…

Well, first question. What do you think about wall art? Graffiti? Mural? Because I am into it if… yeah, IF… if it is placed in an area it is wanted.

And is not just an information about somebody’s private parts.

Truly.

This pieces is for me, a piece of art. Amazing art… for sure created by at least two different artists, or in two ways…

Maybe it is for me a bit controversial why they chose those bits not others, but the rest… I love it.

It is such a colorful sparkle…

Bit magical, bit… not fully done, unfinished, but still, it is not a huge wall.

And why she? Okay, historically I get it, but…

T.b.c.

Tired

I am tired…

Tired of people talking.

Tired of those who are too often silent…

Tired of being right…

Tired of the history repeating.

Tired of people following whores and calling them saint, murders become martyrs, dumb asses being the leaders of the minds.

Tired of religions…

Tired of people who do not think by themselves…. just listening to the media… tired of hearing all over again the same phrases… like everyone was a broken record, file, disc? Or maybe… human.

Tired of humans.

Tired…

I am aware that everything I could say can be for someone harmful. Suddenly none rethinks few times words and then… do it again, and keep it for themselves. Because nope, not all of us should speak out. Really. Some of us can stay silent. Let others speak, let others steam go away, and then…

Shout!

I am tired of media. Tired of people pushing me into this reality and saying that there is no other option, tired of those new weird gods of modern inventions. Like… living calmly and in green was something bad. Not knowing the news is bad. Not getting the media is bad… bad… I am bad?

Was it Michael Jackson’s song? Yeah…

I am tired.

I stopped listening to others and started checking details, sources and proofs by myself long time ago. I threw away TV. I do not read news, I let myself not to care for things which I can not even… touch with my mind. I can be healthier thanks to this… because not all of us are like the most.

Maybe you are one of those… turned off, tired, lost…

History

History is that weird thing which we all should learn and not repeat but…

What as humanity we do…

We repeat the mistakes and do not learn.

We? YOU!

Am I smarter than the whole Universe? Of course not… but I noticed I do not think like you all, I do not listen others except those really old, who already are closer to the end… they carry wisdom.

And nature…

And yes, myself…

I look for signs soo… I have weird disability… I see no race, I see a story and I am scientifically eager to get it from someone looking amazingly. Beautiful… but I can not come to a person to ask for a story of their life because…

I am white?

I am crazy?

I am a woman?

You choose.

Yes, I do not understand this world. Everyone is holding whole wisdom in their phones and not using it. Doing things because… SOMEONE SAID SO. Why all of you do not think… just act? Do not breath between the words?

Do not notice beauty, prefer to destroy?

Stopped reading, learning, understanding that history is repeating and we can not burn books or statues only because someone was an ass, we got to keep them with a description in our minds and hearts: never again!!!

We got to… be more nature, because she gives us all answers… Did you know that some plants prefer to be alone so it is better not even to try to plant something next to a walnut tree… because it will be killed.

It is okay to want privacy. It is okay to be different, we all are. We are not the same! This is the whole fun!

Why… why you listen to the crowds?

Because it is safer?

Probably… possibly.

Safety is not freedom… Walls are not freedom. Trees are…

Learning is…  but remember, the history was written by those who won, so always dig deeper!!! Learn… do not waste your time.

So easily

I can be so easily fascinated.

By shapes, by colors, by… okay, everything.

As a kid I was called the one who will be happy if gets a poop in a nice wrapping.

Yeah, I still am… but do not try it with me! LOL Though yes, I can spend hours watching prints left by tires on the sandy road…

This sculptures, flat ones, though so fascinating.

Regular, so perfect, but also, so unique sometimes… if damaged, used…

Sand is an amazing source for nature to play with. More than clay, which is too heavy, wind plays with it, uses water and…

and we get a… belly button. LOL

Or something more magical.

Something a bit disturbing, like from another planet.

Or something so cute…

Or twins… stones which decided to stay together, at least for now, until next wave comes, until changes… occur. Because here nothing is constant except the change… constant change…

Perfections…

I have no idea how people can not see them, notice…

Those perfections of nature.

Finding it only dirty or usual or just trees and rocks, or… yeah, somehow it is different with beaches, right?

When you ask someone about vacations most of answers will be: me on the beach…

Like it was no nature anymore…

For me this is most amazing art and perfection…

Piece of wood.

Past time of a mighty tree.

Memories, stories, rainy days, sunny days, foggy days…

And then… suddenly a ray of light comes and plays with a path.

Nope, it was not in front of me, I just looked over my shoulder because I felt I had too… as usual. And there it was. A blessing of nature…

Beautiful.

To sit in such place…

To breath, to walk, get sweaty and inspired, free my mind, let it fly away and come back fuller and clearer… amazing.

The rock, paper and waterfall

To be honest, do you know what will happen if you combine rocks, trees and a very seasonal waterfall?

I will tell you…

I will tell you a story, where fairy tales are born.

And it is here, on my island.

The place where a huge block of stone can tell you a story about strength and love, dream and making it true…

Or maybe about bravery?

Because the woodlands are full of stories, myths, legends, ready to be written down, understood, ready to enrich our minds.

And shapes, which… look like dragon’s skeleton…

Truly…

Or milky river…

A caramel one? Must be tasty… LOL

Or maybe the one most scariest for many of you.

The one most elaborated…

About people coming out from the trees.

About those trapped for a day, because they can be born only around the midnight. Dark midnight.