Signe, it is almost over.

Books make me choose. Signe is a fashion illustrator, then at least I will draw life drawings .
As often I have the time. Always!
The first time, this Wednesday (in at least six months) went well. So lucky.Because now I need drawings for a portfolio!
Now I am fascinated, but what happened to the spring semester 2009? It was a huge sin to not attend a free life drawing class. I did attend, but not as often that I did not feel that it was hurting somewhere.
The responsibility I not did care about.
But how wonderful that I want it now!
But, Signe the book only has three pages left. What about after that?
A hole mouth, I been living in the trilogy. What to do now? Above all, were do I live?
Books are my homes. I did not dare to read in Scotland, I was homeless. But yes that was my own fault.
The book is also about the fear of the heritage. Signe is a daughter
to a man with a bipolar illness.
I am totally in to that subject (but awful, yes). And Signe that also banish to a capital in a other country, for a while. Well I got to find something else now.

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The name of the book is “From Signe to Alberte” of the author Kerstin Thorwall and Signe is Kerstin.

A drawing from Wednesday.

Scotland

The blue color so blue. In my lungs, in the air, in the rain.
You where so beautiful
You where so horrible to me.

I am thinking about you. Bruises that never goes away, but there are not possible to see anymore.
I am thinking about all my bags. The airplane that finally lifted. I did not believe it.
The blue color, so blue.
But cold, so cold and I was so weak.

Pelicans

I was dreaming that all the pelicans of the world,
Decided to fly in to one or more skyscraper.
The result was earthquake and broken window glass.
Why do I dream like this?

















2010 was starting with days then we just walk and walk through Stockholm. White wants to crawl into us. But you are prepared for this here. It is a allow to be cold here, cause there are warm café´s to sit in, for hours, teacups to refill and refill. Thoughts and concerns to investigate.
But I am not pleased
I die if I can’t get that forest again.
The distantness is so far.

Orange red

Just before I left my parents home for Stockholm, my aunt and grandmother came for a visit.
I was hit by something orange red. They were collaring my reality.
Even though the air was foul of crystals. I was warm.
The Preussen blue has gone.
Of course, they ask difficult questions, but they understand.
In the winter train, the frost wanted to come in. 25- C, whole Narnia wanted us.
But I have my orange around me. Like a warm scarf.
She is the warm and orange scarf.