No

No, I can not stop…

I can, wait, can stop but I do not want to.

I do not want to change, I am done with it, I know what I dilike and it is the most important thing.

Done…

And it is my birthday tomorrow!!!

YAY

And here is still Fjallbacka…

Because why not?

Because… I have a dream and wish and because of tomorrow I wish…

I do!

I know what I want.

But still… I do also know I can change… because, I can.

Happy Birthday!!! 🙂 #buymeacoffee

Sleep

Sleep

“Sleep

dream

it is life

maybe much truer

much real

than this

machines

phones

ideas of those

who wanna change

what is working

just to be

written into books

remembered

forgotten by nature

not noticed by trees

offended by waves

laughed of by winds

but still…

historical…

just dream

sleep

maybe you are the one

who sleeps

to create the world

maybe for you

unknown

for others being

home.” Ch. J.

I am here

I am here

“I am here

I could swear

nowhere else

though

nothing else

is touching me

here

there

more

nevermore

the outside of my comfort

comfort zone…

 

I am here

but I am also there

because I can not

close myself

in just one place…

 

Once I thought

I could

quickly find out

If I would

nothing else

is possible

existing

blinking

twisting…

 

I am… me

complicated thing

maybe

not maybe

for sure

there

and there

everywhere…” Ch. J.

 

BUY ME A COFFEE

Tea in fact…  LOL Or a book… oh yes…

Alone…

I mean…

… they say you can feel alone when being surrounded by people and I say… so what? Do you really need all that people…

For what?

Patting your back?

Or maybe just liking your posts?

Oh my, all you need is being okay with yourself and when it is not enough a group of those who you can trust…

Who you love.

Not more… not too many…

Because to have many of them means time… and sometimes you may want to have this time for yourself…

Maintaining humans is hard.

People too often act like pages in the social media, like profiles…

Just being and screaming: love me… and how much love can one person have? How much can I absorbed… I am overflowing with information I do not need and I even do not have TV, do not use medias like others, I just am there, read comments once a day… if ever… my email… oh come on, once a year…

I am an alien.

Clearly.

BUY ME A COFFEE

For sale…

To be honest I never thought I would sell them…
 
 
… but I think the time came…
 
… those are my strongest spells created until now. Full of different energies. In those paintings everything is important, lines, brush valleys, colors, shades, shadows which will come to them when you decide on which wall they will hang or where will they stand… The only problem is a human eye sees more than my broken camera, soo… I will post more photos of them using different lighting and a filter… So you could maybe discover everything, or just a feeling…
 
There is one bigger 42cm on 42cm… framed, wood, cotton canvas, acrylic paintings painted with brush and other techniques…
… and 5 smaller 32cm on 32cm… (price 2000DKK, 1500DKK and shipping)
 
… they are perfect for meditation or just sinking into the Universe of you.

Sooo… here they are, they were hanging on my wall, and remember I do not smoke. They were exhibited and just… well, used for photography. Perfect background for Instagram photos…

“Mythology of an Island – The First Snow” – It is all about waiting.

All about seeing for the first time those heavy grey clouds, and feeling this amazing freshness and lightness in yourself. And suddenly something changes, the skies brake and white petals are starting their dance to you… you taste them, dance with them, and feel finally full…

But be careful.

This what comes from grey, heavy clouds is in fact the lightest thing on the world, the most amazing composition of colors… all you have to do is let yourself to see them. to feel them, to find them in Yourself.

“The mythology of the Space” were born from a huge dream, a vision in fact… Here is “The First Venus” – the one which is born for every female, connecting all pieces, the one who is love and hate, birth and death… good and bad, everything what every woman has inside.

“The First Moon” – can you see the face on the Moon? This profile now so empty and strange when we look at the sky? Can you see the legends? and myths? Hear the ancient whispers… stories never told?

Gentle covered by hair?

Can you see the hand holding it before it will become something dead, something sooo far far far away?

Can you?

“The First Sun” – the one which was the first, the one which was brought by the raven in his belly, the one which in fact is born with last shades of Winter… every year.
Again and again…

This is also love, doing something for someone just because…

“The First Mars” – can you see the face, or a lioness? Can you see the legends? and myths? Hear the ancient whispers… stories never told?

Can you see the hand holding it before it will become just light, something only sooo far far far away? With flowers of war, love and hate together… power and beauty…

Can you?

This one is very complexed…

And the bigger piece, the leading one…

Though perfect also alone.

Strong… is a piece from “Mythology of the Space” series… called “Before”. The expectations. Gods still making their tables and chess figures ready. The cosmic soup is still not even a definition. But there is something starting, something or someone waiting… to be.

Somehow it is connected with everything what is happening in nature. Something what will come, will happen… expectations. And a bit fear, because the weather is crazy, and everything is possible…

… especially when I look at the sky and the sea connecting. I meet new colors and new shapes… Oh my, this was an amazing feeling…

And I don’t care…

And I don’t care…

“And I don’t care

that it’s a new year

no resolutions

no vision boards

no needs and wants

just fear…

 

And I don’t care

that it spring

I am not washing windows

shaving grass

wishing…

no will.

 

And I don’t care

that it is sunny and I should act happy

I am not

I will not

unable to even be aware…

 

And I don’t care

so why you do?

Why so many questions

GOOD sucking advises

not knowing me…

 

And I do care… Ch. J.

Architecture

I mean, I have no idea why I am so into architecture… I mean wait, of course I know why, to be honest I never had a home…

It is my first time to own a home.

A place which is mine… okay bank is also included but still…

Okay again, not only mine but a place I can change, live in, hide, listen to… which gives me advises…

For example to always be you.

Like…

,,, we had a red room, I mean it was painted by those who built it in deep purplish, queen like red… and we painted it cobalt but still it needed re bits like a lamp, paintings, small carpet…

Sooo…

I think I see homes, buildings as trees.

The same mechanism.

Smarter than me…

Often so sad if left alone…

Treat the past…

Treat the past…

“Treat the past

wisely

learn from their mistakes

wear the crown of ancestors

with your head up

high

add your petals and leaves

your dreams and thoughts

pick up leaves and stones

talk

never forget

about your favorite branch

and drink teas

eat mushrooms

try new

or forget about more

and

be yourself

the only one you know

change with winds and sunsets

dream with river’s whispers

remember

speak up

tell stories

overcome the unknown

known can be boring

secrets may be unnecessary

and the past…

can past by

unnoticed…” Ch. J.

Shopping handmade… jewelry…

I mean…

I just somehow am in this internet, web, however we wanna call it, and usually see nothing, I am not bothered, I do not care about brands but artists, oh yes… and rarely I feel a push and fall in love with a piece…

… artist, work, words…

… or maybe I just… want it?

Simply.

No idea.

Okay, whenever I feel something to someones creations I wait a moment. Okay, wait, LOL I just first watch the creator, salivate, pray that none will take it… because it is one an only, it is not something else will get to, can be a similar gift, but not the same… then gather cash, come on, I am not king Midas, right?

This time it is all about rituals… Ritual Remains!

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You may know or not that I love trees, obsessively.

I need them, not only for breathing, they are my inspiration, something I need to recharge, a piece of nature I always come back tom, touch, plant, and cherish… and a simple pine is a memory of my winter last… well, autumn. It was still autumn, the snow found me in Sweden and there was a pine and I needed to… pee…

Classic me.

And there was that brave pain, on the side of the road, and it was creating an amazing shelter between all the naked birches… you know, Sweden, right… and I felt like someone was hugging me.

So tightly.

But to be precise. This piece is silver, hand created in amazing technique which you can observe on their page and Instagram. It is a pure magic. Amazing heaviness but not too much, great chain, and that feeling… oh yes it came beautifully wrapped but, yes it is important, but still… the inside was screaming: take me, wear me, love me!!! I love the logo of the artist/artists, love the trees, love the paper but most of all I love this pendant so much. It is such a talkative one…

I mean, we talk, yell each other.

We just do…

As always not sponsored.

And then…

And then, after all the mess comes peace and quiet…

Or at least I hope so when the mess starts.

Because, to be honest, well, it is mostly messy all the time…

… problems all around even if you try to be so obsessively careful as I am… because I do try to be careful, to not do anything what could make me closer to some dangerous zones I could truly not handle…

Yeah, I truly try… not to mess up.

I got so kicked by life that… well, I am still aching, sooo, I try not to put my hands into everything.

I try.

I fail.

I fail often, but for sure not so often as I could… maybe I am not so adventurous… as I used to be, or maybe for some people I am…

To be honest, I so do not care… about adventures, looking for them.

They always fin me.

Always.

This is why I often prefer to hide… to just breath, to just overthink everything, be creative but also try to be safe. And then… I usually jump, and change everything in my life. Everything… or just a huge part…

Why?

Why I do it to myself?

And then…