A lot of years passed – and there is less and less to say
whom should I teach, what could I point out
the silence after and in a good show of storytelling
is the most joyous act
art and poetry
To describe art or poetry is boring – more boring than most of the art and poems already are
composed loneliness
struggles to be seen
to be perfect
and mostly overdriven is size and concept
leaving less space for live as the basic wonder in itself.
It starts with a blank paper.
And it ends with a colored paper on some wall. Framed.
Valued by money. May sorrounded with idiotic stories and concepts around.
Without direction or motivation the pencil touches the paper and moves until a special moment calls to stop. The unplanned choose of color. Of placement and of rejection. Acceptance and the rythm of transition.
acts of emptiness
May it is the silence in which the last emotions drop, may the fun of a loaded workday which want to express in a different way. Somtimes the curiosity of detecting view in worlds and relations which went to narrow for one ore another reason. In my work the relations evolve naturally and are sometimes enriched by friendly or disturbing elements.
contemporary created poetrees
when I put anger in this world
as the only one who hurts
is me
the Buddhists tell this story
that being angry is like holding a hot coal and trying to throw it against somebode
the only one who is burning his hand is the one who holds angry
So
turn around
transform these years of unseeness, unheardness, chanceless moments
of not knowing, trying, suffering and sleeping
to STOP
wake up
and be
like the shooten piano
like the grass never green
like a baby who is thrown into this world
like a seed
and when you take time
see what you need
whom you like to have around
what does good and what does the opposite
grow
flourish
until contemporary time
comes by
bye bye
exhausted
canvass more arrogant
closed that pain away from this world
betrayal games seen in most eyes
unlearning to tust
Trees and women
hate and love
born in black blue and white.
Start dropping the flow
three children unborn
one daughter died
two sons on their way
inga inga inga problem
the bitter taste of sudden death
better to burn out but still fading away
tears and fears
Asleep Awake
a way to survive
a way to be
perfectly lost
the own habits
forming experiments
can’t fail
can’t kill
can’t cry
worthless completed but holy uncomplete
coming back to reveal
coming back to play
why there is no reason
to be lost
just state the price and keep
four three three
four three three
without me on any card
awake
art and poety
I S N O W
it started
it ends
it is a journey
with countless births
countless deaths
continuing
to learn
to live
survive
the darkness and light
and boredom in between
until
now
the next step
can be taken
and the end of art
is a welcome friend
called isnow
More poetry and art
more poetry
art and depression
art Dedication – inspired by Buddhist dedication prayer
may these words and art
put the happy inside of you
and remind you
of all the happy
always there
and may we be free
free from suffering
and grow in peace
in loving kindness
in wisdom
and wise actions
beyond words
beyond activity
dedicated to the family of human beings
and all beings
prayers for our love
our well being in peace
Thank you
the mother of my children
my mother my father my families
my sons Per, Finn, my daughter Ronja
my patient colleagues and friends
my wise teachers
my unknown supporters
the blessing of
Life and prosperity my bless you
now