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 A wedding and everyone is cheering me on but as I stand there by the aisle I know, I know with absolute certainty, that I’m making a mistake.

A wedding and everyone is cheering me on but as I stand there by the aisle I know, I know with absolute certainty, that I’m making a mistake.

 I loose too much hair and I’m turning bald I’m turning old I’m turning into the devil and I cannot recognize myself any longer. I open my mouth to scream but my voice is no more.

I loose too much hair and I’m turning bald I’m turning old I’m turning into the devil and I cannot recognize myself any longer. I open my mouth to scream but my voice is no more.

In 10 years I have been writing a dream diary. These illustrations are my visual representations of the stories that goes on in my subconscious mind.
Ongoing project. Follow the hashtag #tovasdrömmar on facebook.

 I became a swan and explored the world.

I became a swan and explored the world.

 I fell in love with a woman  called Koko at a party for top models. She told me to love myself.

I fell in love with a woman  called Koko at a party for top models. She told me to love myself.

 A party where everyone hated each other. We celebrated New Year’s Eve, and we knew that this year, this year is going to crash and burn and we will turn to dust.

A party where everyone hated each other. We celebrated New Year’s Eve, and we knew that this year, this year is going to crash and burn and we will turn to dust.

 A volcano erupts and destroys my birch trees. 

A volcano erupts and destroys my birch trees. 

 I’m in Dantes inferno and I need to get home. I long for my home and I have almost nothing to loose, almost no energy left in me. Around me, people have died in their attempts. I’m so homesick for the green leaves, for the comfort of my bed, for my friends and family. I ache.

I’m in Dantes inferno and I need to get home. I long for my home and I have almost nothing to loose, almost no energy left in me. Around me, people have died in their attempts. I’m so homesick for the green leaves, for the comfort of my bed, for my friends and family. I ache.

 On my vacation when I suddenly have to share my swimming pool with my ex. He smokes a cigarette and drinks beer and looks at me menacingly,

On my vacation when I suddenly have to share my swimming pool with my ex. He smokes a cigarette and drinks beer and looks at me menacingly,

 Palmyra is burning. I’m standing on a rooftop and I see the chaos and death and the black smokes rise over the desert. I hear the thousand voices of our ancestors calling me. Blaming me for what my generation is doing to what little we still have left. Echoes grow louder. 

Palmyra is burning. I’m standing on a rooftop and I see the chaos and death and the black smokes rise over the desert. I hear the thousand voices of our ancestors calling me. Blaming me for what my generation is doing to what little we still have left. Echoes grow louder. 

Exhibitioned at JUSTE Gallery, Hornstull February 2016
Exhibitioned at Shangri-La, Hornhuset, Hornstull March 1st 2016

 I was having a dream about you when it all suddenly turned dark. I was lost in this landscape of nothingness, of emptiness, of cold winter and a night sky with no stars. Somewhere I could hear echoes of what was, what had passed, what will still happen. I was afraid of this vast empty space. It terrified me, so I began to run. Somewhere in the distance, a person stood with his back to me. I ran towards him, desperate for the only solid thing I could sense and see in this darkness. 

I was having a dream about you when it all suddenly turned dark. I was lost in this landscape of nothingness, of emptiness, of cold winter and a night sky with no stars. Somewhere I could hear echoes of what was, what had passed, what will still happen. I was afraid of this vast empty space. It terrified me, so I began to run. Somewhere in the distance, a person stood with his back to me. I ran towards him, desperate for the only solid thing I could sense and see in this darkness. 

 When I came closer, I saw that the person was by a grave, paying his respects. I slowed down then, cautious of myself, afraid to disturb the grieving. But as I walked closer, the person turned and I knew it was me. I saw myself, as an elderly, alone and adrift. And on the grave I saw my name. I started to laugh.

When I came closer, I saw that the person was by a grave, paying his respects. I slowed down then, cautious of myself, afraid to disturb the grieving. But as I walked closer, the person turned and I knew it was me. I saw myself, as an elderly, alone and adrift. And on the grave I saw my name. I started to laugh.