May 30th, 2011
Emma Hauck
Born Ellwangen, 1878,died wiesloch (asylum), 1928
Diagnisis: Dementia praecox
Sweetheart Come (Letter to husband), 1909
May 30th, 2011
Outside the window in spring.
May 30th, 2011
På en ledning över en parkeringsplats nere i Oppsal. I brist på klippor.
May 26th, 2011
Kungen och Silvia uppmanades sedan att måla varsin tavla. Med penseln i handen stirrade Silvia på den vita målarduken. ”Måla vad som helst”. ”En sol”. ”En stuga”. ”Ta fram barnet i dig”, utropades från de församlade.
Men drottningen förmådde sig inte att röra penseln mot staffliet. ”Tänk inte på oss”, uppmanade en av fotograferna.
– Er är det enda jag tänker på.
May 19th, 2011
Came back to Oslo a rainy day ago. While I was gone Miss Bateman bloomed and the Honeysuckle nectar bells showed themselves this morning. I’ve taken the oils, papers and the yellow gloves out on the table on a cloth. The coffee is cooling off, I’m listening to Svante Thuresson. Feels just like It Stoned Me.
Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain keep pourin down
Me and billy standin there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin wet
With our backs against the fence
Oh, the water
Hope it don’t rain all day
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin home
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned
And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin home
And it stoned me
On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said hey! there you are
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin home
And it stoned me
May 7th, 2011
Little Billy Biter life expectancy 1,5 years. Oldest known 15 years. Goes “tee-tee-tee”. Feed them peanuts!
May 7th, 2011
Small passarine. Goes ”djyp-djyp-djyp”.
May 4th, 2011
“If I had an orchard, I’d work till I’m sore
And you would wait tables and soon run the store”
Speed Paint
