Yeeeah...

-Ooooof course I'll be fine. I am fine. I'm absolutely fine, said Sherlock.
-Yes, you're great, John replied.

I miss my baby.

Oscar, we'll never forget what you did to us...

A page from my old sketch book I kept at art school. This is what happens when I'm forced to attend a hideously boring lecture and I've got a pen and paper in front of me.
My class had a guest teacher for a week, he was going to teach on the subject of art theory, and it was the most grueling week of the entire two year course. Eight hours long lectures every day for a week and instead of being inspired and feel the creativity run through our veins we thought: 'What the hell is he on about?' and wanted to die.

My baby died yesterday...

...and there aren't enough tears to make it feel ok again.

Holy crap...

...I'm 30. It just sort of happened this morning. Might have to celebrate.

Every art piece is a self portrait?

Hi, my name's Cookie.

Poster girl

These are the seven posters I had at the exhibition. 50 x 70 cm.
There are plenty left if anyone would feel the urge to buy one.

Exhibit A

Last day of exhibition tomorrow. I accidentally named my part in it "Shit Happens". I didn't have a name for it, really, but then the papers came and asked what it was called and I sort of blurted it out. So... if you wanna come and see and buy some cheap, great art; please do!
Gävle Länsmuseum from 11 am to 4 pm.
It'd be swell to see you there.

Hangman

Printing, selecting, cutting, framing, hanging, angsting, measuring, regretting, redoing, cursing... Yes, I've got an exhibition coming up. I'm sharing the venue with a friend and we're having a blast.

Old sketch dump