Garden Angel


En ängel kom till mig. En trädgårdsängel? En skyddsängel. Vet inte vad hon vill. Efter en lång vinter känns det som om hon verkligen vill greppa den första blomman och hålla den kvar. Elller?

An angel came to me. A garden angel or a guardian angel. I don’t know what her mission is. But after a long hard winter here in Sweden, it really feels like she want’s to hold on to the first flower. Or …?

Sunday night painting

Sunday afternoon and night have always been my favourite time for creating. It is like a soft filter has lowered itself over friends and family and chores and allowed time for a quiet time of painting.
Tonight I stared for quite some time at four unfinished pieces, (in somebody elses eye they probably looked totally done) but they didn’t do it for me.
This one started out like a dark painting, then a young girl came in for a while, then a large very young person took her place, then I got sick of all the people always cramming their way into my work so I said No to them and just started moving my brush…
Now this one has to be in quarantine for a while before I can decide what I think of it …

Cat in corner

My cat is my perfect painting partner. Does not give any remarks that makes me start thinking (doubting). Does not ask what I mean. Does not ask if it is finished. Does not say that it looks different from what I normally do. My cat doesn’t say; you can do better.
I have learned from experience. Keep comments away during process of creating until you are 200% sure and your heart says “done”! (At least for now).