Friday 29 August 2008

Wednesday 27 August 2008

Problem solved.
Fancy pants.
A smashing guitar, (mostly in my left ear).
The beating heart.
And I can feel my pulse, in the upper part of my lip.

Tuesday 26 August 2008

Factory - The hanging gardens.

Factory ship. On it's way.

Safe in there.

Like mud.
I could still see green and pink dots, floating.
Wet and I shaped it into a mountain.
Or maybe it became more like a slope.

Inside the factory.

Sunday 24 August 2008

Saturday 23 August 2008

Today, that annoying music in my left ear, again.
Like sandpaper against my eardrum.
And that same voice over and over, it doesn't tell me anything of importance.
No letters. No words.
Grey sky, cold feet. It's a greyish pink day today.

Paper, an other kind of universe.

Sketches for Mary Kingsley.

In there.

Thursday 21 August 2008

My desk is in order, nothing is wrong with it.
It doesn't make a sound.
And it's waterproof.

Thursday.

The fan is always on.
It's quite disturbing I must say. That breathing sound in my ear. Or like a constant wave rolling up on shore.
And there is this slightly vibrating thing under my palms.

Four fine feathers.

Hands touching a cool, but violent energy field

Found objects, I will store them here.

Sunday 17 August 2008

Hej.
There will hopefully be something here, in a day or so.