I was going through piles of old stuff and found two ring binders with pictures that I used as models for paintings. I think they´re all from the nineties or early 2000. Glad I saved them, and absolutely love the old yellowed tape around them. This sure was before google.

It is a rainy Monday here in the south of Sweden, but I feel warm inside after a nice workshop with friends and a new idea growing in my head. These days makes me think about the good things in life, what I have accomplished and what is yet to come.

Hard-working artisan, solitary genius, credentialed professional—the image of the artist has changed radically over the centuries. What if the latest model to emerge means the end of art as we have known it? The Death of the Artist—and the Birth of the Creative Entrepreneur, Is the name of an interesting Article in The Atlantic. No wonder I feel like being "all over the place" sometimes... https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/01/the-death-of-the-artist-and-the-bi

On the 13th we had a workshop at my place. Lovely people and lots of creative ideas and flow. Loved it!

Yesterday I just went out to see the sunset over the snowy landscape. I decided to take five photoshots and then go straight back home and make something out of it in Photoshop. Sometimes it´s good to set boundaries for oneself. Especially as I am a person that finds it hard to set limits.

Found this creative video in Facebook earlier today. Quite inspiring. https://www.facebook.com/olipbeauty/videos/611761065701832/?autoplay_reason=all_page_organic_allowed&video_container_type=0&video_creator_product_type=2&app_id=119211728144504&live_video_guests=0

It´s a grey Sunday, and I´m sitting here in my studio, doing some photoshoping, remembering the travel to Iceland.

I am no longer running from silence and solitude, as I realize that it is two things that I need to be creative.When there is emptiness I feel an urgent need to fill it with something. My imagination steps in and starts to work.