About

Studio

Dostoff-House / Södergården (Björnsträdgård)

Götgatan 45, Stockholm

Third Floor

I want to truly thank Södergården for providing me a place to work in.

POEMS -Somnocentrism

A stone

I will not utter the mind of my child. Above the air convulsed, a boundless weight pressing beyond my grasp. as I clench a stone out of relief in the worn map of my palm. Ablaze with the sense of breathing, seeing and hearing. Between breath and stone, I bury what the sky cannot carry

The outsider

I sat along the shore, as the ambiguous sea mourned its dawn. I witnessed silhouettes afar, & became overly deranged by their prideful forms and unknown titles. I longed to embrace the ocean in spite of my unknowing. I longed to be God of the ocean. As I drifted in, I was no longer prey to the seagulls, and I felt the water’s humility - more impact & present than the airs ease - and I dove for depths my lungs couldn’t resist.

Veins of Virtues

When my heart cannot bear my veins, my thoughts dissolves into heavy fog, my hair loosens and falls like dust, when my eyes soften, sink and rot, and my face loses my name, I’ll look through death with a bold smirk, and open my palm like I once held my brush.

Bunny in red season

I could feel a claw around my heart the moist the red the meat terrified and defensive as the bunny could be for rapid change and red falling leaves.

The quantity of canvases is limited by external finances and approval, but my writing is not, my voice is full of fire and won't be comprimised

My siple explanatiois that you can be moved by a painting, but you don't feel it unless you are engaged in a conflict

Talent is the anguish that chews your tongue

To set ourselves free is a survival strategy. Unfortunately the debate doesn't set us free from bills.

Everyone is repulsed and sensitive by modern age, you can barely make a conversation without packaging your words as a diaper.

art heightens life and then leaves one emptier like never before.

Ballets and dramas are gorgeous,, the stageset, the colors. The talent to embody the energetic colibri to the wrathful swan.

If you are free on a cellphone you are constrained by the world. Being on a cellphone brings the same short sensations as listening to a song.

social media teaches about the relevance and irrelevance of being a square meanwhile the individual carries the mystery and size of an ocean.

Humanize, idolize, dehumanize the forever loop of humankind

War is the ecosystem that breaks down ecosystems

Civilisatons without critcal thinking turn dead gods into saint and build houses of preaching to comfort the pain.

There never was a paved road, it is only by living posthumously that I can strive up triumphantly

A male is ruled by his reproductive organ, and the female is fascinated by situations.

Whereas man sees objects, a woman sees relation between objects. Which is why men are great in achieving power but inconvenient rulers (and also very bad sustaining it)

A mother is a saint for her tragedy is her elbow,her tightened schedule and her unprecedented love for her inexperienced son.

I can't help it, I am a sensible person in a young body, one part wants attention and the other socially acceptable.

Naive and dillusional

The bird sings for a mate although her entire race is instinct.

Vanity

When a partner gets anxious for infidelity, they get distressful with everyone who's attentive or vaguely present. Same consequences fall for preoccupied people.

The planet always had directions and been going in circles, but we must conciously decide what kind of force we want to be inside that change.

If I claim the world as ugly from my isolated viewpoint, then it would only be fair to claim that the ugliness might be mine.

Sometimes just like music, it triggers inensified grief or joy, and when it turns off you stand there naked and ashamed.

Mad opera

The sun and the moon were in love, like a mad opera. They played their tune of eternal time, meanwhile I was their devastated child. I witnessed nights with no shadow, as days without, I cherished the hour when they mourned and my shadow expanded like a child’s.

Aquarium

Everything one says simplifies their unknown language. And their words might just be the mirror of your own, you won’t tell wether you’re staring into the eyes of golden fishes, or the people of your own. They will nod your head inside a glas pot, where the blue lies greens, and time swirls itself a fish.

The politician

Ones mad of the perception of man. Saddened by his loss, Lonely creature with no heart, making sense of it all! His job will be to save the world, like it once was. Constantly rewriting his verses in order to preserve his true love.

The muse

Demeter worries now for her lost kind, where dark and light may be one. Hades has taken her, bound by his crimes. Only the rain would soothe her tears, and outlast the weight of their years.

The Field

The kid afar walks through the vast blues, and the contender of his dreams. Embedded among red flowers. A few dreams within him need to sleep, nevertheless the night has an end, like anything else on the field.

Woman in black

A woman is present on the street, but I feel nothing but her tumbling sleep. Like a cockroach under a rock, on a golden beach. Like a seashell which will seep and drift by the crude sea.

Le baiser

I bowed my head upon your knee, consoled by the breath of your longing. A caress, they prostitute us to our needs. Like fever dressed in silk. That scent I knew, somewhere, a ringing lullaby.

Nature

A longing clarinet pulse my heart, and the trees rhythms an orchestra. the night is young, and so is the tears, which sunk down that pale fragile skin, experiencing the nights wind, you compromised thing.

War!

Let’s orchestrate a war! paying homage to the old veteran, aged like fine wine in a masses glas. Let us be the ink in the tyrants autograph! let’s smear truths til day seize, let us never sleep! Firing into every spring!

It’s always been about us, our humor, our devotion to youth, and the openness in sharing a laughter with a stranger

Embrace

I wept in the folds of your years, Embraced you in your wrinkled skin, Why cannot you surrender to my dream? does your mind always desire to coexist?

Charcoal eyes

Ces yeux tendres, profonds, couleur de charbon,

Qui ouvrent en moi des abîmes de clairvoyance.

Toi qui tais notre grotesque effondrement,

Tu dresses le voile du repos sur l’œil du marin,

Et fais pleuvoir la sève dans la coupe des mendiants.

The Window

The streets filled and illuminated, my view is tall, and has been for centuries to come. It’s corridors stretching wide, and in hollow glas nocturne light drapes my floors.

Below, tourists pass and bargain. One seeks to be a ruler, another inspired by their their story. Third and fourth, in one another. A fifth, now blind, heightened by the afternoons scent and music.

Still Life

I yearn to be the dried flowers of autumn fields, curved with all its petals to a careless sun, to taste a delight, a bitterful ecstasy of light. Proudly improvised by nature, a magnificent still life

The Moth

There’s a sadness beneath every pride, beneath every roaring man, every rage against man, beneath every joy, beneath the clack, there’s a moth seeing light in the glass, and there’s beauty in that.

The Bone 1 & 2

I solace a cat more than the dog on a masters lap, a faithful devotee, it’s demise a final act. There is more to her who tends herself a lifetime, than a dog who dreadfully yearns for the bone. The wheel has no imagination.

—the wheel is ruled by nature;it’s the eternal clock. To be concerned by death is unoriginal, what matters is the odyssey towards the unknown.

Insight

The main study to excell all creative fields is to recognize life as overwhelming. that’s the starting point to your temper and loneliness which will be turned into obsession for your personal insights, and provide the most ecstatic beauty.

Insight 3

I believe nihilism stems from a lack of individualism. I think the main thing that makes people confront thoughts of death is a lack of fulfillment, which makes life feel plain and triggers these reflections. But when you experience movies, visual arts, or music, you engage with a vast range of emotions, which makes you more enriched.

Little Girl

little girl with a fierceful smile, a big forehead of mysteries.

Law of death,

In law you’ll get decomposed, in a manner of a grave. But my confusion will be freed. Everything in between is a mystery that I’ve chosen, a path embraced.

The Sovjet Man

Ah, poor sovjets- bereft in art to tender their funeral; their letters breed dread, enthroning kings of the dead. And teach the living to worship death.

History

Ever-love is history, every revenge is history, every war has history, eventually all rules makes their story. The more man tries to articulate, the more will he be bound by history

Animal

What does the animal care for oneself, what does the prey think of me? What does the infant turtle striving on the sand think of me? Why does not the dragonfly grasp me? Why does it matter to bring grief to a serpent?

Imagination

When I turn off the light you’re beside me. Your presence greeted me in all various objects, the intense dark greens invoked me a native language. My imagination, my creation, and the owl would howl, and the bats, hanging upside down. The ravens would awaite me, and I would observe them fly.

The Eagle

What is the eagle, more than limbs and living flesh? A sterilized pet in a gallery show. The preforming eagle, distressing hearts for the sake of his own. Prideful in his solo act, blaming a prey for his touching show.

Strangers

Thousands faces I’ll never know, close to me in spirit, that I always pass by but never know. And it’ll take a lifetime chase down the sewers. A face with depth I won’t unfold

Husband and Wife.

The husband receives endless love for his curse; stories like his are easy to sell, especially to the young girls.

She is willing and brute, convinced that no man could afford the words in her new-published book.

Then a man appears — patient, comforting — and he confirms her views by a tender voice, when tears or laughter meet, a new love-story is renewed.

The Wind

Do you feel it? Do you hear it? How the wind breathes? whispers in its longing, how its melody seduces grass, and trees seduces its sweet air. It was that the awareness the acceptance of slowness! all caressed by a motherly voice. Please say thank you!

Lover

Love a pure thing, it would require little for me to fall in love, maybe a shared birthmark, I would pick up stones, many stones, and give one or two to my lover

Meaning

The answer the meaning of life is the same as the meaning of love

Note to the optimist

To cure pessimism is the ideal to the idealist, just as much as pessimism is an ideal to the idealist

The Fire

Do you see eternity in the fire now? Do you sense your distant parents in you now? Are you easily mocked by fire now? Do you feel heavy with your sagging body now? It is fire who casts shadows now.

Old Man

Tired eyes, ready for their last rest.

He carries his violence quietly; he knows the hardships and he never placed his life above anyone else’s. With no appetite for old age, he stops eating for three days.

He lowers his gaze, worn and distant, and meets his heartbreak with a strange familiarity.

And still, he lifts his trembling hand to my shoulder, letting his hand speak a final speech.

Reflection

Why shall I care for someone’s work

if he does not care for it himself?

Pills

Someday every evening will pills to go down her throat and make herself invincible for the times spent in the woods.

Little Fat Bird

And the little fat bird sang with all its feathers, only narcissus found pleased with the song, and echoed a few rivers along.

Love

There’s love in your mouth. It speaks to me effortlessly, it’s beautiful, the words go in harmony and I hold them dearly in my pockets.

Depression-insight

Depression is the contradictory to inspiration, depression is an exhausting wheel, art is reinvention. Art has a public, depression hasn’t.

The Aged

Respect the aged, they are frail. Wisdom is the experience of time. The inevitable that everyone will face down their path, beyond measured intellect, wisdom in feeling and therefore it’ll be incommunicable. Intuition is an experience of the factual

Time

Time is an illusion, a projection of ourselves, and can be manipulated by doing something beyond one’s capacities. Time is an experience. You defeat time by engaging yourself to an ideal.

The rebel

The rebel believes his bare feet will grow experienced the more he walks on the rough ground. The rebel believes sun as God, and the stars as false. Entitled for being the thief of fire is to be blind to the mesmerizing lights, and the solitary dots perfects a harmony in the empty sky

Friend

There is only one concealment in life, and its own voice, everything else is corruption of the soul

Blue river

He who mourn the river, and himself never grows old. Because the more he thinks about himself the more tragic it becomes.

Meaning in the adjective

Colors is to painting, what scent is to the body. What voice is to a dialogue, What language is to conversation. If there’s no poetry to the adjective, humankind will forever search meaning in the adjective.

Lunatic kind

lunatic eyes, a thoughtless snake, lost in its ecosystem trying to sustain itself with its teeth’s. And how I wished not to be its tail

Art

Art in any medium transcends the animal state. Technique is essential. Without it you disrespect the subject you’re working on. But high execution on a poor subject disrespects the soul

Friend

There is only one lasting companion, and its owns voice, everything else is corruption of the soul

Lack of creativity

A sour mind is the result of a narrow mind

Dark Forests

Deep forests has stolen my child, and I shout for hours searching for him

The Wind II

The wind will take us, let it move us. Let it pass us. The will wind ease us, where are we? such stupid question, always on ghe move. Like goats running the green valleys. We live like thieves, I’m not scared of the path

Being afraid to talk about death with the old is like being afraid to talk about sex with the opposite sex.

Universe

The immense space, I felt every black star, every puzzle in the universe, the sublime large source to all living things, where my death does not toll for a night. The ecstasy of every star glimpsing in my eyes. Every flower curving their planes to the sun, the planets movement. I am a satalite into the savage night!

A flower is sensitive and fragile compared to a stone.

Vacance

Maybe it was the orange that I longed for. Maybe a night crowded with tourists on expensive dinners that I found amusing. There was salt everywhere in the old town. Maybe it was anger that formed cliffs. Well whatever it was I was captivated by it.

I was getting abroad in a boat, to one boat to another, a sailer to a sailer. And a country to a country, with a glass of class.

The Old House

My home is a museum. All day dries late, and cancer is free in my veins, yet newborn branches still fight from its trunk, Each plant in my garden has stretched free from its seed. Each plant is killed by a proust memory.

Death

I am ugly into the face of blackness, no horror would scare me. No girls to excite me. No books or movies could make me escape this. Wouldn’t matter if the whole world would see me. I knew that old age would even make me feel anything. It was this, and this only. It was my voice, my thoughts, my memories and the overwhelming melancholy all in a bell jar, in a body that would either be ridiculed or go unnoticed.

Crack on fire

The sound of fire is rustling, and the smell of its exhale is for sure hot. Yet when you’re turned on, you will scream for mercy, meanwhile cheerful nature will try it’s best to keep you warm.

in order to make a planet a moon, you need to be apart a bigger orbit

I am drawn to people rich in thought and imagination.

Despite being heavily distfunctional beings, it is what left of us which defines us, and great friendships and connection is only found in giving.

Source of inspiration

Nature has evolutionized and transformed in eons, of course there is more to nature than in fiction, and that if you want true inspiration you can’t remain in a library.

The emperors new clothes

What’s the point of appointing new successors? Why not just appoint them new robes and convince them of new roles?

The Great Beauty

It seemed to me that all great beauty was hidden from the world, and I alone would admire her primal blue eyes

Silence

Silence between notes is music,

Silence between two people speaking is poetry.

Emptiness on a canvas gives feeling.

Simplicity is being truthful to beauty.

I am more moved by a gentle smile and black eyes, full of pain than seeing someone scream

Parental love

Are you capable of killing someone, that loves you at the degree that they would willingly finish your job, so you wouldn’t have to live with a knife? This kind of love does only lives once in a lifetime, So take care of it well.

Love

How rare it is to feel this bond. To share one’s thoughts to, to be primal with. That’s not too little, or above. Nor disliked, liked but something above. To feel all burdens fall from your shoulders, to be insignificant to every frame from every scene. To be delighted in this new shared dream. To no longer feel fearful of truthful things. That is what it means to be free.

Fleeting Firefly

When you are lost on a map, the world seems rather to be a battlefield or a stageset, but usually it is but a firefly,

And without the illumination of this fleeting firefly would entire forest be black.

Do not act because life is brief, act for knowing what is not yet seen.

Cinema

Cinema all fear, it creeps under our ribs. Movies unfolds in years tears and fears, not in ears. All transcends, all interprets. We will stand tall, softened for all, and finally be able to see a world before all.

The River

He who mourns the river, himself never grows old. Because the more he thinks about himself the more tragic it becomes

80 years

In 80 years have branches fought wild and strained my windows, in 80 years has trees lived and died, in 80 years have I laugh’d and cried, in 80 years have trees lost its leaves, in 80 years do they bloom for springs

Last visit

I felt the grains of the walls, the yellows detaching off the wall. I had for two years, eaten the same thing, taking the same bus, the same train, woke up late, and been there til the birds would sing, and the streets would be empty in early spring.

Insight

Only a small mind entitles another life form’s time.

There is about 8 billion people on earth, over 200 countries, million schools, over hundred million art enthusiasts, billion movies, billion music tracks, billion books, over 500 professions, trillions of extraordinary stories. And there’s ten times that in one individual.

We’re already so fortunate to be alive, I don’t want to face the mud already

Nights are more beautiful than day, because it is mysterious. We are more imaginative and projecting more of our own mind to it. It is simply more richly colored than our sun.

Be personal! Reveal every moment and every emotion of humanity and your life! Paint those you love, what you hate, what defines your character! #makeartsexyagain

Not some melancholic melodrama, nor insensitive joy.

The art must simply radiate from its dullness!

Everything is vain and vacant, it’s all the same. Maybe if we were capable of loving a woman when she’s turning grey could things change.

The world is so unapologetic stupid and unempathic, yet it’s also so naively promising.

Guilt exists only in a well of why’s. Light can only be found outside.

Power put folk on a pedestal, which makes morality less felt. That is why power is dangerous.

I have, as long as I can remember always been on my own. I think a life without self dignity and solitude is insincere. When it comes to any profession so am I the number one critic, I am the public. I know my vision and what I want.

There is about 8 billion people on earth, over 200 countries, million schools, billion movies, billion music tracks, billion books, over 500 professions, trillions of extraordinary stories. And there’s ten times that in one single individual.

Sleep is the most precious, naked, and purest thing to ever exist.

People are obedient to their senses, and that is their biggest misfortune

There’s nothing in this world … as laughter and a good sense of humor. The pain of partying is nothing to the joy of never meeting again. Every voice is strange once you imagined an image of someone

Most people spends most of their time working in order to live and what little freedom that remains fills them with fear, that abstract and critical thinking ceases to exist

Great tragedy is that you only feel faithful and true to yourself when you experience intense emotions such as grief and despair.

It is tragic because you are only reflective and faithful to yourself when you are sad. Then you go on being happy, curious with why’s, until it slaps you in the face and sends you back into wondering why.

-Long story short, all your decisions will be set by another, and all left will be regret.

Realism without imagination is like having bad clothing style. I think all painters who do not follow their own authority are lost.

Great love for youth. But what is youth? It is the billion to a zero, it is all lives that roams on earth compared to the ones who is passed. Youth is a perpetual love story, for tragedy is always inherent.

For what is earth without our youth? Our voice, our passion—that is youth. And when it rests on the earth, it dries too quickly

Youth is no longer a saying of time when it passes us by.

My aphorisms are not truths, I never claimed they were. Aphorisms are- and always have been, an aesthetic, to console human ego and it’s deception.

In another world I would never need to defend myself.

I’m as much in awe for the blooming as the decaying of things.

If solitude and rejection, so overwhelming that it consumes you, the only authority of value will be the selft.

Grass is for the bunny, as a bunny is for the fox. As a fox is to bacterias, and the bacteria to the mudd. They all entitle each other, and that is the very gruesome yet wholesome depiction of nature.

When I wake up I found my pictures to be ugly, and when night passes me by I found myself weeping to it.

Music is the highest form of dionysian activity. It is so powerful in its emotional essence and imagination. That all your previous desires will seem like nothing, and your thoughts and feelings as a mere vessel, being forced into different directions in a vast unknown galaxy.

Jag vill forma ett sådant ärligt, smärtsamt och rå språk, att den blir kapabel att krossa varje doft från varje hushåll.

Talent comes from anguish that chews your tongue

Livet sedd ifrån obekvämt sittande med en insjunken mobil är ett farligt fenomen. Livet är magisk och gigantisk, det som finns här reflekterar bara individens sinnestillstånd. Vilket är därför man måste bort ifrån det blåa, jag litar inte på något som saknar friktion.

Realism without imagination is like having bad clothing style.

En mogen konstnär klagar inte på sin omvärld, för att hen vet vad den är, utan den förmågan skulle hen inte kunna urskilja något ignorant till något autentiskt

I’m not bound by any style, I am as free as a dictionary, and as ruthless as a descented king

And the greatest fortune is that we’re appreciated by those we love, they are the sole reason for virtues to exist

Tycker synd om en katt som förlorat hår.

Everything is vain and vacant, it’s all the same. Maybe if we were capable of a woman could things change.

Influences

Colors

Ivory, velvet, white, beige, umber, paynes grey, olive, azure, wine, iris, vermillion, apricot, amber, amethyst, obsidian,

Literature

Rimbaud, Verlaine, Baudelaire, Fowles, Hughes, Larkin, Hugo, Dostoevsky, Hesse, Rilke, Lägerkvist, Shakespeare, T. S Eliot, Goethe, Schiller, Ibsen, Kierkegaard, Nietsczhe, Beauvoir, Allan Poe, Artaud, Schopenhauer, Proust, Balzac,

Directors

Kubrick, Bresson, Tarkovsky, Win Wenders, Lars Von trier, Lelouch, Lynch, Godard, Visconti

Composer

Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Handel, Richter, Mahler, Chopin, Rachimanoff, Pärt, Glass, Liszt, Schubert, Wagner, Tiersen

Fabrics

Linen, Manchester, silk, cashmere, moleskin, velvet

Painters

Caravaggio, Picasso, Cezanne, Hopper, Basquiat, Boticelli, Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Goya, Rembrandt, Delacroix, Davinci, Schiele, Caspar Friedrich, La Tour, Modigliani, Turner, Rothko, Velazquez, Bocklin, Rembrandt, Munch, Bourgeois, Spilliaert

Designer

Dior, Vuitton

Places

Bryssel, Paris, London, Madrid, Vatican, Marseille, Zurich, Amsterdam, Tangier, NYC, Washington, Vienna, Copenhagen, Berlin, Rome, Rotterdam

numbers

4, 7, 8, 17, 20, 21, 36, 57, 72, 89, 91

Possession

to make a poem of a Swede. They walk the same, in the same old clothes that changes every season.

Two bimbos speak of how great this world is, they are gods new preaches

Engineer, Painter, sculptor, poet, composer, scientist, philosopher, film director, fashion designer, actor, botanist, chemist, architect, inventor, musician, entrepreneur, art critic, author, dramatist.

People are scared of death because they lack art and spiritual experience

Lying on the bathroom floor, I cannot be found, some, give me the drug

I invented the flames in your black eyes,

Your elegance, and your foulard.

fragrance.

Only a small mind entitles another lifeform’s time.

La fin! Finito!

She’s filling her nose with all cocaine she’s got, she’s got fillers in her mouth because she’s one of these russian girls, she opens her legs like rideaus to men, and men treats her beauty by express with their gesticules, how filthy is she now with her stained hair and make up? because it is only the show she’s got, she’s balding and getting old

Liberating sky, I had the world to document, and there was a flight I would take soon,

How sad it must be to be a god of them all, to have power and bring everyone to your table, being idealized as someone loving and caring when you’re but a human

I really like you, the way you move,

a duty of a soldier, is charged treason for reason.

Apathetic hesitation.

I have seduced many fine ladies this evening wait til I tell them what year I am born in

Your highs, make a girl horny of a poem, good luck.

It’s satirical a majority of painters seem to quote and lecture about life whenever they don’t have a brush.

Da Vinci’s obsession of flight, radiates his obsession for light.

Sitting under a tree, in greens… reading

teenagers

puppy flowers

Two bimbos speak of how great this world is, they are gods new preaches

If you are scared to destroy your work, you immidiately hesitate yourself from your identity. Be not scared to scorn your pictures, it must be raw and moved by a sense of force.

Fragrances, odeur

So much pressure on finding a mate, that you suddenly find it as a game.

A happy life doesn’t have the need to defy any norms

doctor, scientist, philosopher, teacher and author are you parasites on each other, isn’t that both gay and homophobic at the same time?

Friends, Their company proves that we are not always alone

pathetic

If you get lost in your words, just explain everything you think of, out loud, and it’ll come naturally.

People would label me as anything, it wouldn’t require much time to hear them speak out, to figure out the mystery

And the little fat bird sang with all its feathers, only narcissus found pleased with the song, and echoed a few rivers along.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

Oh not again, not this shit, stop swiveling in your room. You’re as pathetic as a person can be

Atrocious a necklace of amethyst

Little sheep dreaming for greener valleys, a green valley…

We’re visitors to our time, we need to take as much as we can.

A philosophy requires a language, a society needs a language.

we need to break lego’s to see what’s underneath, and how it’s built.

just a dot on a canvas, just a color.

the world is a lie, a unkept farmhouse.

one of a millions, unknown stories dying everyday, unknown strong memory.

idolize, dehumanize, humanize

Beneath the bimbos hair is bald, her hair sits loose, her lips are fat..

Titanic, beliefs sinking down the ship, paintings meant tremendous value, value system sinking.

The vicious orphan,

his cigarettes will exhale parfumes of ligning coals upon his elders, which they despise but so lured upon. He will burn fire into his son! And make sure to be smelled a diamond. His fire will be continuing despite the construction upon.

The immense isolated space, I felt every dying star, every birth in the universe. A source to all living things, where my futility does not fall short. The ecstasy of every star glimpsing in my eyes. Every emerge, every energy in awe, curving restlessly to moons, across planets of silent move.

evolution is love. Essence, souvenir of parents.

war is the thunder of forests ecosystems, stabilizes unbalance and harmony.

the cameloent always adapt to the eco system in order to survive, save his skin.

a short, -profound-blue flower ,who weeps under his elders. He will turn every passion to turn his petals foerccefully to be seen by the careless sun. a dark perfume, a dark erotic,

the unconciousness, everything unknown which comes to us, is what makes us progressive further in the beyond.

insanity, possession, obsession, sadism, stir, protege, a lost wolf, souvenir, failure greatest lesson. Captivated, yearned sour your tongue , discret, absorbed in beauty. Regrets

Like sheep’s on the green velvets, with a stepherd, lonely and further away, a happy one. Valleys, they hop one after one.

A little coin in a pocket, which meant so much for this kid, their parents had sacrifice

it for an heir.

A man walks down a railway. His jealous of his wife that spends her time alone.

La colour de la maigre! Qui me sourvomey

Native Language

The Rebel

Sleep, sleep, revive yourself, I tell her. Spare the children your anger, they are carried by sincere whispers to destruct authority. Regarded old man just stopped to pass by the cafe, by time, we die one by one

A garden of memories, a place my parents filled the place. Where my parents lived.

is a child born on late month,

he crawls from his mothers stomach,

it takes a year to adapt,

he sees if he were alive,

He thinks it is god who made him alive,

Mother and father is idealized,

He finds himself a new home with friends,

He finds love when his thrown as an soldier,

He sees friends pass,

He is now responsible for his life,

He sees parents age when he sees himself age. He realized that stars are more beautiful afar, if he tries to cling and that things are more beautiful when it’s personal.

He does not goes for a normal wife for a calm life.

His parents died of old age, he now searches for their story,

Now he has kids, he sees his story in them, and he accepts that they are not interested.

Two lovers are made by accident, it is sad that a man is ruled by his penis, meanwhile the women is ruled by fascination of a random situation.

How glas of vine makes you feel

A person believes in what they want to believe in, it’s waste of time to convince them otherwise. Some are born with the ideal that they are the authors, some are born stubbornly and stick their nose in somes’ asses, some are distant, others are born to be lovers

I was an angel ,A fat children.

I found her funny, almost satirical .

Or maybe the freezing winds from the rocky island that I wanted. Or the marockan merchants, that again tried to convince me their magic boxes. Or maybe it was the cowboy boots and archetypal prideful buildings in Paris, or the aristocratic art supply shop, whatever it was I wanted far away from the baby carriages in Hagersten, the bars from sodermalm

I seduced many fine ladies this evening, I wonder if I were to reveal the year I was born in…

Oh not again, not this shit, stop swiveling in your room. You’re as pathetic as a person can be

Atrocious a necklace of amethyst

If you ask a man about his politics, you will inevitably speak to an open-minded priest

The need of control, does not origin from lack of love. It comes from rebelling from nature. To think ourselves above than mere creatures influenced by the will. And we turn fearful, we want to become gods.

An idealist is the most stupid one, he waste his life explaining life and being ignorant to society and everyone.

black womb of transformation.Like a butterfly

The raven always visits my studio for bread. He will stare into my soul, constantly mocking me.

We’re sinking but she’s laughing, it’ll be okay tells me she’s just fine with her childhood bruise on her knee.

A death so dark a place so dark and careless that someone commits a relationship with their camrates

Every dead person wearing our clothes,

foods and clothes in ships to us

A spark in their eyes, when they know dark is right. Where he smiles upon the innocents who are lost and vile.

Leaving him all there on the station brought me shame, his all very compact yet tilting up a face innocently, his ears are all back, always listening. orange skySnow came down to me,

A stupid granny who thinks she’s logically right and throws out his diamonds

A dreadful girl to wife, her body heavy as some Gordiment. A broody gesture where ever she goes, never having any other thoughts.

What was once a rose, pale skin and soft curves, now sinks into blotches and sagging weight. Once lifted like song, droop heavy and uneven, the pores stretched wide, sweating sourness. The face caves around the eyes, where damp sockets gleam dull. A stench of damp skin and faint rot clings close, as if beauty had been strangled mid-bloom and left to sour another perfume. In a loud crowd does all words lose domain

The Eternal Dance

Seven dancers move on a high green valley’s,

shining force in a vast.

Destruction rolls beneath their feet, and rebuilds for their lift. A thunder in a eco system. A desire and threshold.

Each step carries weight they sure master and mock on.

A living artifact evolving entity, and the result will be the same, culture.

Each step carries the weight,

each turn echoes both loss and hope,

the cyclical rhythm of life

The wind will take us, let it move us. Let it pass us. The will wind ease us, let us move within the sublime nature. where are we? such stupid question, always on ghe move. Like goats running the green valleys. We live like thieves, I’m not scared of the path, regret

Ritual death and war.

A 90 years old man is you in 75 years, and the new habitants will be your little brother.

You middle of two swans, in a black intense lake. The movement of two elegant swans, that leaves such grace to it's trace reflecting dimse water. You between two islands of land, that only moon convey it's blue light to your grace, because trees are too hollow but you, you lovers are always two and always as atrocious. They dance a ritual, on weird ground. Dracula hides in his ship about to come with his plague. Chemistry river and thief of fire Prometheus Possiere, Fashion The activist, those to be filmized, doing what they believe, controlled by their instinct. The rebel who believes . Time

How would you, when your old and frail describe Italy to me? /grey

I remember seeing my father in his shrouded elbow pose, i asked how come could he cry, when he was not exposed to any damage. How I tried to mimic his expression in the mirror once, how courageous and cool it must been to explicit no vulnerability to any physical damage I thought

Society represses our natural instincts to maintain order, but this repression creates frustration and unhappiness

Humans are fundamentally driven by instinct -yet we decline and chose to suffocate with no sense of morality.

From birth to death

Every philosophy that emotionally touching is the ideal

People are likewise since elementary school, and we need to be it’s compassionate teachers.

Think all of your actions as insignificant and the drapery of silk as something to sleep on.

A woman bimbo balding

Gotta respect the flies on my meal

One is worried of his late friend arrival, the other tries to impress his best friend. The third tries to flip around the game, the fourth is writing a text

So many beautiful women in Paris, so crowded, I want fame there

people express with their gesticules?

Being retired, like dancer

Collective optimism

Relationship still chemistry but done

Hollywood

Hiking in mountains

Mignon

Bonaparte can have his 6 likes, that seems to stress humans, and others are content with 5. It’s obvious any socials shares the hierarchy of a king in the medieval times.

Arguing over inheritance

A garden of memories, a place where my parents lived.

Following fathers foot steps

I can program computers

Leaving him all there on the station

I’m afraid the majority of my output won’t be serious, but only rants. Rants of misery, that already a million dead people thought of.

Cringe

And my destruction will exhale ashes on the elders that they despise but so lured upon. I’ll be relieved to jack off to a priest and not a god.

On a empty cafe on late juin, or a classroom in early august

He was grinning like a pig, and I tormented his ears, trapped him, , I was eager to slam him. He was shaking like a snake in two, meanwhile I dragged him through the bloody floor.

A dreadful girl to wife, her body heavy as some Gordiment. A broody gesture where ever she goes, never having any other thoughts. A mind so loud in her gestures, what a sentimental child she was.

Destruction is a form of creation.

A body of finess , her breasts with rose nippels, skin, pores, flesh, brains, , microbala red vessels brains with moist, colonies of bacteria crawls and profilayes on every surface.

From rose to meat.

From curve to gland.

From fragrance to sweat.

From lips to tissue.

From breast to fat and vein.

From beauty to body.

The Eternal Dance

Seven dancers move on a high green valley’s,

shining force in a vast.

Destruction rolls beneath their feet, and rebuilds for their lift. A thunder in a eco system. A desire and threshold.

Each step carries weight they sure master and mock on.

A living artifact evolving entity, and the result will be the same, culture. on their face

I would not hesitate to be naked, or one day be cancelled, or any of it.

Each step carries the weight,

each turn echoes both loss and hope,

the cyclical rhythm of life

woven into flesh and breath.

I worked on gods motell

My cat at least respects my integrity and subjective view

I’m afraid the majority of my output won’t be serious but only rants. Rants of misery, rants of others, rants already million past men already thought of.

Bar life can either be full of excitement & playfulness or it can be defensive and suffer from heightened expectation

I like vineyards

I scratched my knee as a kid, I was in love with the girl from the square. She was my mystery

You middle of two swans, in a black intense lake. The movement of two swans, a reflection from movement in the still dimse water.

A whore, opening your legs like a gardiner, controlled by your desire,

On a Deja perdu tout, oblige le temps

rue petite prince,

Playing cards in these hotel lobbies, too much fun to find ourselves

An actor critiquing their cast for them not being truthful to their personna but the world goes fine

and doesn’t value their own lives and stick their nose into everything they find.

Until we wander like goats on those green valleys.

doctor, scientist, philosopher, teacher and author are you parasites on each other? aren’t you all gay and homophobic at the same time?a noble friend of mine.

Do not chain'd to me to your thoughts again

Death, what is that? To answer that question, we need to first ask what is autumn. It is orange, and death is then black. But when we experience it, it is just air.

Every romanticist is like Bruce Lee to me

Time will always drag out the lie from the mud. Shower and gym

Every new mother has been 17 and had supermodels pinned up her wall

Death, what is that? To answer that question, we need to first ask what is autumn. It is orange, and death is then black. There’s nothing that exhausts me as much as insensitive joy. And I would make the old man start giggling, and me too would laugh in his face , the same sense of mockery. Calm down, it is no bomb. Having his cigarette between his lips. Calm down the sensitive. Then. I have no experience. He kill’s himself and the anxious is surprisingly free and in harmony. Every mother has been 17 and had supermodels pinned up her wall

Time, History, and Civilization, Absurdity, Comedy, Joyfyl complexity. A fruit is never ripe, but for you it is. Chanté! Have pride if you like, but make sure to wear your it like an armor, be a painting. Every great author has been the victim, the villain and the idiot in their story. Every famous figure is but a cult leader . corruption is a great character. The best cure to the body is a quiet mind. ability is of little account without opportunity. The cathedral of today will take another form, Raphael’s pictures will fall into dust, but the soul and the ideas will remain and live forever.exploration of primal instincts, dark humor, intensity. “Violence is nature’s law” says the man with an ugly tie and never heard a bomb. Being defensive is more of a disability than anything on earth. A picture is great when it does not depict a person, or any subject matter, but rather a universal experience or emotion. That the vision shines through the subject matter. By other words making the mundane resonate with life. Do animals have less value because they don’t share our sensitivity? That is the same between rich and poor. That is the same bridge between someone struggling with an inborn illness and someone healthy, struggling to cope. Hunger and starvation is for the one who doesn’t have an environment opt for his being. Ridicule is a form of hypocrisy: it judges people from a distance, flattens them into stereotypes, and lets you feel wise for judging a situation you haven’t really tried to understand. Loose

Anyone who fixates on defining something really grips out of it, the more loose words are in a conversation the more exciting they are to fill in. It is the sexual pulsion that gives life meaning, that little annoying, blissful reproductive organ, which shrinks after the great spectacle. I don’t live in the idea of being loved or mentioned. In that approach, I have chosen to embody the energy of a comet.. I have been very vitale and pompous recently. I think it’s time to hibernate, I want to embody the lifestyle of a bear. Squeeze out some babies, contribute to humankind, and then settle down to a greasy sleep, (and a furious philosopher) I don’t know how to properly express myself, just by stating this and externalizing my faults feels like cleaning a mirror and It makes me sick of myself. Life

The attendance queue is long, everyone tries to be in front, and once on-top, downhill is what remains. Communication

it would be depressing if the function of communication had any extending purpose beyond common negotiation.

It would keep us in misery just like the last bird before distinct sings for partner. The art world is so plain and boring it’s not even worth fighting for, it would only make me look like sancho panza. Nights are more beautiful than day, because it is mysterious. We are more imaginative and projecting more of our own. It is simply more richly colored than some externalized star.

Pyroman

The sound of fire is rustling, and the smell is for sure hot. Yet when you’re turned on, you will scream for mercy, meanwhile cheerful nature will try its best to keep you warm.

It has always been about us, our sense of humor, our devotion to youth, and our openness in sharing a laugh with a stranger. Art

Realism without imagination is like poor clothing fashions. The more you try the more ridiculous you look like. I’m as much in awe for the blooming as the decaying of things.

Talent is the anguish that chews your tongue. Isolation does to the mind

You can lie to yourself by issues, and visualize them in the way that you engage with it, and become inseparable to it.

Greed

A million oysters lie violated, only a lucky handful of very patient forge pearls so marvelous, that they provoke irresistible mass murder. Everlasting & permanence of culture

Only what captures the essence of humanity; the impermanence of youth and human ferocity will be preserved in a perfume bottle, only what fragrance which opens a heart will be in demand. We cannot predict the future, whatever happens turns into something habitual. Meanwhile we keep predicting larger events. I just don’t feel overwhelmed by the future, whatever happens, happens. The most enviest and entitle being is a spider for it has eight large hairy legs, but can’t nutrition itself without enwrapping flies in nests. Just paint hundred pictures and themes, eventually there will be a distinctive imagery. It’s not lack of originality that leads to mediocrity but lack of devotion. Treacherous slow death, time is merciless!

But your name released unworldly excitement, you preoccupied my labors and exceeded the pains of yesterday. How should I convince art critics about a new vision, when their full time job is literally about enhancing dead painters.

Do you know why there are so many pretentious people in the art-branch? because the art is terrific, it’s commercial and excessive, or trying to impress an audience, I think something genuine and heartfelt silences you. When I wake up I found my pictures to be ugly, and when night passes me by I found myself weeping to it. Most authorities do not have real influence, they inflate. Like pufferfish, their power is a defensive display. What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense

The more oppressed a voice is, the more triumphantly does it grow

Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but sancho panzas.

I have wasted my life by preaching and being boastful like a beggar in hope of being heard, only the limited circle is pure.

The galaxy is full of gigantic stars, bigger than our sun. Which collides and forms of turbulent heats. But we are ignorant to it, because our major concern is the place we live in, and what aesthetic we chose to embody

I disagree that grief and joy is intertwined and in need of each other. The highest form of joy consists of devotion, only what is absent makes a poor life. Everyone gets broken by life, no matter who you are, it’ll destroy you, and there is no shame in that. Like tired dogs they stand there,

because they use up all their strength

in remaining upright in one's memory. It is unfortunate that we need language in order to survive, yet it is also that, which has made people go in deep thought, as if we are obliged to each other when we’re born, that makes life feel less born? I obtained a richness like no other, just like harsh winters, enemies were treated as tales. I have been defensive all my life, and always felt I as owed an apology to everyone, even to the most boastful and shallow creatures on this earth. There’s a lot going on even in the short grass, but you must remain immobile and impact if you want to catch the glimpse of small lives and minor ecosystems. The rebellion against death may seem stoic, but like any rebellion you always end up engaging your cause, death is just vain and existentially dark, nothing raise from it. Greater will to life comes from emotional connection, as love or passion. In 80 years have branches fought wild and strained my windows, in 80 years has trees lived and died, in 80 years have I laugh’d and cried, in 80 years have trees lost its leaves, in 80 years do they bloom for springs. You can make hundreds of aphorisms by sitting uncomfortably in a corner

Unrequited longing

There are too many unelaborated tragedies about two neighbors who frequently pass each other on a staircase and never speaks

Unhealthy assumptions

Without awareness of what nutrients are built for the body will the mind always fill it with assumptions, and when it starts to incline, it starts to think heavier with what was being fed.

Biological reason and exterior debates

We would probably be less struck & irritated by people’s opinions, if we had trimmed the top of their head and see all that brain flesh meanwhile they speak tenderly, furiously, happily, and mockingly

Intemperance A girl full of joy, loves her goldfish and feeds it better than her parents. For her great deeds and beliefs, she sets it free in the sea and makes up stories for him.

Being present

If you just try to engage with everything you have in your hands you end up owning the world

Sketches captivates me more than finished paintings, there is an uncompromised rawness to it

What’s truly cinematic about century-old cinema is that entire crews and public are dead. And in a way, their roles fills now a greater purpose, by being a stunt dollhouse, they inspire us to love and accept one another.

Pain from righteous voice

Who cares about the suffering of a pig in a farmers house? Not as much as we love the great story teller. And that is why he never gets broke and the swine is forever tortured

Women who preserves serenity, dignity, and sensitivity at old age don’t age like milk. Wrinkles adapt to the bone structure, the ones attentive in skincare, wrinkles. Passionate ones gets laughing lines.

The village idiots are as keen to like you as to deceit you, the same political righteousness of today would’ve been nazists in the 40s, never trust a fellow who is easily offended

The misunderstood wants moral righteousness, the actor respect, the ruler love, the loved power. The one lacking home takes pride in immoral acts

They should see how absorbed by joy and innocence I am in front of a canvas and the relief of emptying my colors on a palette

Summer

Short crowds gather to sing a national song, summer is coming. Collect as many flowers before late August! Fill the thirst with strawberries and lake water. Take a bike, and cycle beyond the pines, take what branches you find and start a fight. Swim, swim! Get lost in the forests and fall in love in the way out.

A rich and free person is someone who is more vulnerable to his thoughts rather than his eternal surroundings

War is caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness, to death. Humanity has always faced threats and persuaded to survive. There’s two archetypes, the doubtful, and those who thinks tomorrow and yesterday likewise. The doubtful have been mocked in eons, they seem to fall in the trope of their ancestors, that the second half tends to do cartoons of them. #makeartsexyagain!

Not some melancholic melodrama, nor insensitive joy, the art must simply radiate from its dullness! It must reveal the entire human condition!