Part II

While I was thinking about whether there should be a title or some kind of description for the pictures, I asked myself: If I were to call the first two pictures “Leaves”, would you see leaves? If I called them “missing leaves” would you see that the leaves are missing? And if I called them “funny green crocodile” or “Christmas joy” or “longing for a Yellow Umbrella” – would it matter?

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The first two pictures of a new small, spontaneous series. Searching for a place to start to see where it leads me. Where it leads me to let myself fall into the moment and let it lead me further….
[Too tired to talk. Too tired to trust.]

And with autumn came the storms…. called for her, lured her into the woods. And the rowan proudly presented its beautiful red fruits… so familiar… she smiled at them with gently gratitude.
[It is said the rowan helps people to stay with themselves – it supports stability and confidence.]

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Some more pictures that I actually made for “Jurljin”, but then I liked them so much in colour that I wanted to make something out of them too.
(By the way, there was a text belonging to them, which I unfortunately deleted by mistake – it was about the feeling of the ending summer, about softly rustling leaves and dead dragonflies. Somehow also about how closely liveliness and decay lie together – or are ultimately one. But… no matter how hard I try, I can no longer find the words in my head. They are just gone…)

different versions…

And a few thoughts on the side:
A part of me hates the idea of making some (or even a lot?) of my content available only for payment in the future. (I’m very much looking for a way that money doesn’t become the deciding factor in being allowed to see my stuff).
Another part of me, however, also hates the idea of continuing giving away all for free to any idiots who don’t understand anything anyway.

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“Is it important to be happy?” she asked the apple tree. And as she asked this, she thought about how happy she was sometimes. How infinitely perfectly happy she was sometimes when she was alone.
But sometimes being alone was so quiet. And the silence so oppressive. Then she sometimes turned on the radio.
Sometimes that was good.
[She liked being alone in the woods with the trees. She didn’t like being alone in the city. She didn’t like being alone among people].

Wanted to do something with these flowers. Capture the feeling of summer – still wide and warm in late July…. gentle in the mornings and evenings… oppressively hot during the day. And yet it gradually makes you feel that autumn is getting closer and closer…

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