The room

My room in Uppsala
Is melting together with the freezing "stateapartments" in Edinburgh and the sovjetic komunalkor (dont know the name in English) I read about in my book there.
Trough the dirty window glass the winter wind is blowing with it Prussian blue flavour.
I am so cold












Take the room back!
I have my grandmothers arm chair, books and new ideas.
Come very soon February

The post war-era

It feels that if it has been a war. And now it’s time to rebuild everything again.
I build whatever I want to. What should be better? I little bit more Stockholm, more art.
More painting.
Less but wilder parties. I want to build a country of klezmer music.
Inside that purple blue cloud I saw from Scotland.
At least tomorrow.
I want my life to be like the move the adventures of Picasso. On the fancy-dress ball. When the artist Rousseau flies out from the roof. Playing on his violin. Out over the city Paris in the night. And will never return.

Dali in the adventures of Picasso

I don’t think my expectation is to high.
I believe in knitting.
I believe in tea nights.
I believe in visiting my parents sometimes, but not now.
Now the life is like a fairytale. I live in my grandpas palace. Panting in his lounge.
And dance in Stockholm klezmer night.
I long for ice.
I believe in cat's foot a unique plant.

Everything is where it supposed to be.

Teacups on the case, red wine in my glass, my friend on the other side and him, the one that never wants to end his job.
Music darkness
Tastefully darkness.
My grandpa at his table. And if I don’t want to eat. Its difficult for grandpa, couse there are so much food.
Stockholm frost, when the plan landed with all my things. My things are at grandpas now.
Stockholm is were it supposed to be, and you are there.
Were you supposed to be.
Uppsala don’t rain November blue trough my lungs.
Uppsala whisper December white that “there is no danger any more”
The emptiness is were it supposed to be as well, but I am going to paint a dandelion sea in the lounge at grandpa. The lounge is going to be my studio. I am living in my grandpas home. He is buying me bananas and milk. Couse he can understand that.
If I start to paint, I can stay here.