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This is not my first journal nor is it my first blog, but it is my first public Art Journal.
There was a time not too long ago when a blog was not something uncommon to have. Preceding the year 2010, we also held various accounts on early social media platforms like Myspace, Lunarstorm(swe) and Bilddagboken(swe) up until of course, Facebook finally absorbed most of these spaces. My experience of this, then budding cloudscape was that we all shared more freely of ourselves and our space. Absolutely to cringe degree levels at times but before we fully realised that we were the product the world felt more honest and inviting in ways that are now lost to the algorithm. Today, we're often too exhausted, hustled or polarised.
I'm going to create as authentically as possible, despite the enormous weight of the changes we are all going through. The work will be coming from me and my inner musings. I’m not losing my way of expressing myself in the midst of the tsunami that is now the generated content flooding us. This, while we race to feed our last remaining resources to the greed of a few. Somehow, we are and always have been such brilliant fools, but “The Fool” is also a loving, trusting and ingenious player. The Fool is in itself a most authentic way of living and being. When at first something seems to be impossible, there will always be another side to the coin that we flipped at the crossroads. The Fool will always take a leap of faith.
I also just crave to have an unfiltered and open space. A place that is my haven and domain(literally) where I'm free to shape my thoughts into whatever form they take. I want to share something in the realest sense, but I'm not removing anything. My social media accounts will still exist as an entry point. Though, this place right here is where you will find me reflecting on and developing my work.
Writing will make up the threads that hold this tapestry together. This is where I will conduct my artistic studies. This space will serve as my sharpening of the pencil. It will anchor me, expand and refine my thought process. I'm taking a step forward while also picking something up from the past to take with me; the space where I last felt like I tapped into this sort of flow. I know the attention span has decreased significantly since then. I also don't expect to gain much traction here, that is not the purpose of my writing. It's just, this is the place where I last had them all so easily accessible.
My words. Now and then I have written short poems and longer captions. I have experimented and expressed mostly through imagery, both enough and not nearly enough. I also took to dancing, meditation and catching up on my old reading habits and still I felt something was missing. My output still felt too narrow, which often put me in a freezing state where I was too restricted by the bindings of my own fears and making. Those first returning waves of words washed over me some 6 years ago. They rippled fast and opened up the valves again. I started to journal, dream journal, write down ideas and collecting information on a much larger scale until it all became jumbled stacks of hoarding, hidden and stored in spaces too small.
The cup has been overflowing and this time I need the release of it to be into a more multifaceted vessel. I'm now ready to pour more of myself into me. I'm building a tapestry to call into it a hall. I'm rooting something into earth again and I need the walls this time. The floors. I'm building an external version of an internal space that I have spent a lot of my own time in. One, I'm ready to share of more freely and even open up to others as well. I'm now also well into the process of reintroducing my words alongside my imagery to see what I can make of it all together.
Something has been telling me to let the door ajar to this hall of studies. So, I'm going to listen to this gut feeling called intuition.
TREE OF LIFE (2025)
Have you ever known
your roots to extend further
from the borders of our material world?
Have you ever felt
the branches of your body pulling
toward a light far, far away
that ignites something in you,
all the while standing firm
in the soil of our fertile sphere?
Have you ever seen
the thread, braided from all
our paths crossed?
Have you ever reflected
on the now sleeping
seeds we have sown?
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