Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Four of us

Last night i made this photo of myself and illustrations that i have made in last days. Always after midnight the mad inspiration  just gets me. It's not that i'm very fond of darkness, it must be something else. Maybe it's the silence? I just don't feel "awake" before it's already late (at least at winter).

I hate going to sleep, waking up is even harder. I guess i'm not a morning person and never will be. But again, it's so sad how i'm wasting all the mornings of my life. I would love to change that.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


Making different works lately,
there is not that much sadness and depression in them.
And i dont understand... why
Nothing has gone better or happier.
Exept my art.
Its just..what
my hand is doing.
Like hand is not part of me.
It sounds crazy i know.

But it should be a good thing right?
Tho i've never been fan of "happy" art.
But i guess it doesnt have to be very dark and sad either always.

I must be more open about it.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Inner disagreement

pencils on cardboard

Cardboard & ruler

I always like to be on floor with large sheets of cardboard.
I have scissors and a ruler.
I measure straight lines
and i cut it pretty straight too.
It's the time i enjoy.
There.. on the floor alone.
I love to be alone... but not lonely.
But here alone...it's so nice.
i would like someone to be here
to look at me
and reading some poetry to me.
Maybe Paul Eluard?

And when you're done
i read some words to you with the sweetest voice.