Can you live…

Oh those question!!!

Another thing which I hate similar to all those stupid, totally obvious, sentences put on floral, lovely calming photos, people share on social media is… can you live without internet, phone, Ipad etc. for 6 million dollars in the woods, for a month.




Just shut up and give me this money!!! What the stupid, irrational question. Of course I can live there. Internet? This is just job, and sometimes easier way to reach friends which I will never see in person. Internet or social media are only to find someone in fact like me, hating internet, phones, loving woods, paper, pencils, archaeology and books.

Life is simple.

You need clean fresh air, clean water and food, and sorry… for me books and toilet. Yeah, I have been there, in the world where you had to poo with cows, and into a metal bucket… freezing your ass off, so toilet and a shower. TV? What for? I have imagination. I can write myself stories, I can read them, or just imagine something so weird, that it can scare you more than your last electric bill. In fact. If you look around. You will start to think, that you can do it… and then fear comes… because of loneliness?

Oh that mighty, legendary loneliness?

Well, being alone should not be something so hard for you people. If it is, try to train it as muscles! Being scared of being alone, just with yourself means you hate yourself, and it sucks. Because for most of time we are… just alone. Even not lonely, we can be alone. And internet is not helping in fact.


How are you?

How are you?

Oh yes…

I HATE THIS QUESTION! In fact I never know what the person asking me it, wanna hear. Truth? I doubt it. I really doubt it, I do not wanna say it myself, I do not wanna change my feelings into sounds, I just do not… So what? A lie? A simple lie, which can make the asking fellow feel better. Oh yes… this will be perfect, right? Because i was trained to make everyone happy…


Oh fuck it!

Maybe I should finally choose simple truth? But what for? What for put this everything dark and gloomy on someone just asking THAT STUPID question. Yes, it is stupid. Why? Well, this person is standing next to me, it got to see I look miserable and should feel… but in fact empathy died long time ago, so…

Yeah, a lie.

The mighty lie.

Fine, thanks.

Feeling better. Now your job is done. You asked, were polite, and have your lie… And you could just say: Hey, I see you look like a shit, is there someone I could kick to make you feel better? Who hurt you? Just tell me, I will make his life miserable… So simple. So different. So saying a lot about the one asking. Because it will make me smile, it will maybe even make me cry with this enormous, joyful gratitude… Of course I will say you do not have to smash his face, he will rotten in the kind of hell I am just creating in my mind. But THANK YOU for asking!

PS. Remember all my photos are for sale!!! It take only 150DKK each (less if you buy more than 3), paypal and your email, and you can print it however you wanna and have them on your wall. Look for photos on IBornholm page and blog, on Miś Śnież – wolność dla pluszaków page and blog and here Kobaltowa Wrona.


That stone…

In fact it can be every stone.

One with a weird shape, or a hole… yeah, hag stones are awesome! Or maybe piece of wood? Or a leaf. See, it always comes to me – when you paint you think too much – do you still let yourself think of it as a much more than just an object. A nature’s creation? Magic even? How often do you stop and just imagine something…


Fairy tale like?

How often?

How often you just let your imagination dance, flow, build crazy castles from not existing sand? How often you just are free and totally rich in thoughts?

Because this stone is a jewel from Mermaid’s Queen. See, she lost it in a recent storm, only because she was watching too much TV. Yes, they do not have it down under the waves, but she is often jumping on a biggest rock, close to that white cottage and watches TV thru its windows. She is a stalker, yes. She loves also to watch this family whatever they do… but something for something. It was windy, it was stormy and this stone, amazing, orange mixed with all shades of crystal yellow, fell of her most precious necklace. Is she looking for it now? Maybe… but now, it is in my possession! Does it make me a queen? Maybe now I can call The Mighty Kraken?

Will try it later…


Damn spring!

Oh yes… this is me. Winter lover!!!

Yup, not even sorry for my feelings. Already missing snow, frost, cold, all those lovely, crystal shapes, those frozen ponds, frozen sea, oh my it can look so fairy tale like… missing everything. Jul too.


But it came…

Almost spring. YUCK! Happiness and flowers, warmer sun, and all that stuff. Oh and this light all around. Soon bright nights will come and what… I FEEL MISERABLE! Because of spring. Yup. One and only me. Those crocuses and snowdrops are killing me. Literally!!! Trust me, they bite!

Oh where the heck is my winter? Few years ago I remember snow in March. That was so lovely, perfect birthday gift for me!!! But I bet not this year, right? I can see it… everything green happy sprouting… oh that joy and happiness is killing my gloomy soul! I can not stand it. Really. Okay, light is cool, and photos come out amazing, but still… I got to paint out something very wintery.


PS. I get it, I grumble. But did you notice that it is okay to grumble on winter, but not on spring or summer? Where the heck is my freedom to grumble when I fee the mood? What? Because it is unpopular… oh go to perkele all of you! LOL



Yup, I am not into new technologies. But you know it. Okay, most of you do not believe me, because how can it be possible? Not watching TV, not caring about newest TV series or reality shows? Not having a phone? I pad.  Iever… or even not having a watch, a clock. Of course, there is one in my laptop, I am aware of it, but…


I use a laptop.

But do you know what I do first? I write stuff on cards, I use pens and pencils. Oh, I love pencils. Just love them. I have Facebook, and Twitter and even Instagram, and what I do? I ask my Husband to transfer photos. Because it sucks touching it… but I love letters. Writing them, sending cards, just being weird this way. Oh come on, epistology has a long roots! Very long, still not so old. When did it started? When more people learn how to write? When they had more ability in reading? In fact that was not that long time ago. We have all those awesome schools since after II WW. Before it was just a beginning.

Just a wish…

And now? Why am I writing about it, well… Danish Post does no longer exist. It was united with PostNord, and someone really enriched himself in this transaction. And now… from a lovely country where post was delivered 6 days a week, with awesome postmen, now… We in fact have no post office on my Island. Nope. Only two places where you can send something bigger. Just a small counter in a shop. And now, because of this “technologication” of Danmark post soon will be delivered only once a week. Can you imagine it?

Can you?

I feel pushed into this technological, new world. Against my will. So, where the heck is my freedom? Where?

PS. And imagine this… none except those who know you, can in fact read your hand write… none can hack it! And you can not get a virus with it. Except blankets, beware of blankets, and packages LOL



Oh yes…


I can spend hours and not even notice it… if the light is on my side, just leave me alone. I will be happy, quiet, and busy bee! LOL


It is like discovering another world, hidden inside of my camera. I bet there are those gnomes painting everything so quickly, you know, like in Terry Pratchett’s books. Oh my, these guys are cool, awesome and hard working gnomes. Eating a lot of sweets, but still, they can make it. Because… it can not be me…


Oh and my Island. I really sometimes think that I only push a button… nothing more. Someone composes waves, colors, leaves or plays with shadows and grass… Because it can not be me, right?

But in fact?

Why do we take photos? To memories? Or to create something new? To complicate life, or just to… what? I have one advice! Take photos. Even if you feel ugly, and wanna say NO… let your kids take it. Just let your son or daughter have you on paper. Please. It helps a lot ages later. A lot.

Happy Ladies Day!

Here is one thought… It sucks that we still got to fight like they, in 1908, 1909… 1911… and since 1914 every 8th March. Thanks Denmark and Russia for this day, but still, why nothing has changed in fact?


The Mighty Green

How is it?

That green really works always. I mean for most of you, I bet, it is a color which calms you down. Which in fact will make you smile, because it is fresh, and flowery, and leaves and woods…


I was walking yesterday between foggy branches, wet branches, amazed by green. So fresh here, because on my Island green is always. In moss, in grass, in… on trees. And I felt great. That air, so springy already, a bit wet, perfect for your skin, removing wrinkles and all that stuff, right… LOL I was walking, and could not stop touching it. That wet greenery. That fresh, but steel wintery, so… how is it with winter now? Does winter still let us all fall asleep, or maybe some of us, I mean some of plants, sleep through summer? I could be one of them, really.


How the heck is it… that in the woods, even if you try to exercise, walk slower quicker, talk a lot, you steel get so refreshed and amazingly free. So normal. So healed. So… yes I get it – trees do it, but how? And why we all do not do it. You know… go out into the woods? Why? Why the heck, why?

Still, it was suppose to be about paintings with foggy green, but why to talk about it, better paint it out, and take few more photos!

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Yeah, I have problem with you.

Really. With all you talking, watching, judging. Thinking one way, doing the other. From one side there is this embracing femininity, oh we all are cute, beautiful and amazing, but from the other… suddenly there is only judging.

Only judging.


And me… okay, maybe I am princess witch, but still, I need guys! I need my man to do hard work. It does not mean I can not do it – and mostly I do, because I hate waiting – but still I wanna feel like this amazing, fragile fucking flower! Yes, a princess who will always be saved. It does not mean I can not safe myself from time to time, but I wanna feel this awesome possibility. That a guy I pass by is not a serial killer, but someone who will ask: can I help you, or just pass a tissue if I am crying. No talking, just a tissue.

Is it weird to NOT hate men?

Because I feel suddenly there is another war. Between sexes. And suddenly there are new sexes, and I have no idea if a girl I meet, with big boobs can pee standing or not. I know it is mostly closed for Thailand but – PS. I am not talking about transgender people here. Mind it. It has to be a pure nightmare to be born in a wrong body. I just do not even wanna imagine it. I am holding my thumbs for all of you waiting for surgeries, after which you will feel yourself. Really… Here, I am talking about feminism.

And suddenly I think I am not one. Sorry, I am awful. I prefer to work with men. I like men. I can not imagine word without them. Sorry. Or wait… why the heck am I saying sorry? I have boobs. I am a woman. One of you, and still I get spanked because I am not pure evil against guys, or I do not have kids or I do not paint nails, or not wear makeup or… what is the funniest, I like my skin hairless. I hate hair on my legs in my ekhm, love spot, or armpits. I just call it hygiene. My Husband forcing me to do it – I do not even imagine something like it happening. Who the heck did you ladies married!

I mean really!

For me there are girls and boys and they somehow… complete the whole world. Yup, there are girls, who love girls, and boys loving boys, and this is normal. Still… I bet they have friends in different sexes. Have you ever tried to live girls only. Geee… this is a nightmare! And still, somehow recently feminism is it for me. Not the important stuff like honesty, equal paychecks for same job, chivalry… I am a princess, right? Well dear feminism. You got to live with it, because we have freedom of speech.

Sincerely, not sorry… the one feeling discriminated for being one of you all. Bullied for not buying newest bag, which is so female.



… well, it is the month. Month of my birthday – on 25th. Month of spring, month of last snow. If it happens. I have photos from my childhood showing myself lying in a basket, covered, and snow all around me.

Oh yes, ages ago we had snow…

A lot of it!


So, time to introduce my gift. Lovely and awesome. One I was dreaming about, no idea why I feel this weird emotions when I see lapis lazuli and labradorits. I just… maybe this is the blue, maybe it is always about blue? And yes, I found a new creator to make this precious baby. Because… new means new for me too, and I love energy of people who are learning still, still surprised by their skills. She is so fresh. So intelligent, funny and… oh yes, in polish, but still. You can try LOL


La Venda Art… check Her Facebook! And if you fall in love in one of her pieces just message Her, and she will make one for you. Because most of those babies is sold just right away. But you can always order one. Maybe a bit different, maybe you will choose a different stone. She has stones, ideas and skills, and this freshness, which is breathtaking. You know, when you meet someone so happy, because he managed to create first ring, first pendant of this kind… started to work with silver…

So yummy…

PS. I got candies with my order. This is the artist who gets the buyer. Trust me. LOL




Just look at this baby. Like my Island, isn’t it? Blue and green, and with few sunny rays.

So me.



I saw them…

… and it is still winter here… footprints in the sand. In this amazing, a bit different from soft and puffy sand of Dueodde, heavily granulated pink sand. And yes, it is still sand, but a bit not smashed, only for those with thicker skin.

I saw them.


Who could come out from the sea?

I mean really? Because there were no footprints leading to the water, only those coming from… Wet still, but there was nobody around. Only this silence, and peace. Only this waiting in the air.

Did I feel watched?

Yes. But not in a creepy way, no worries. And I was so amazed by this pink sand. So unfinished. Still with stones too big. Still not smooth, still ouchy if you decide to take your boots off. But this beach is still changing. Still getting smoother with every year. Still working on it, patiently. This beach has time to be perfect. And she is letting itself for it. Just wanting to be the best she can be… Smart one. Maybe we all should learn that we need time. Yes it is running away, passing by so quickly. I am still one leg in December!  Still heavily granulated. But… maybe this is my way of life? Maybe I do not have to be a smooth, light, milky sand, maybe I am one of those ouchy? LOL

PS. Remember there is still few paintings in my shop – and remember, you propose the price, do not care for this what is written And if you wanna buy one of my photos – you can see them here Kobaltowa Wrona or on my IBornholm (Bornholm Different) page and blogs (150DKK paypal and you get regular size on your email) – just contact me via Facebook.