Dear Camille, I regret…

I don’t bleed anymore. Finding solace in journal pages.

Pausing at the well.

“All you have to do now is allow…” Sabbatical reflections.

Turn the page- visualizing fading memory

Quick sketch: Young gull at English Bay

Here were valleys filled with tiny trees and minuscule, tangled vines…

There are times of no ideas… – Lynda Barry (but there is always process)

Connecting with the journal everyday. Even if just to copy…

Psaltriparus minimus playing in a tree…

So what is the relationship with the blog? It begs to show more of your life in it…

Stream of consciousness #writing and #drawing as #anxietytool

Drawing process- trefoil knot found in the wolf

RIP Freddie Jones

I am at home in the mosses…

I am allowed to think freely. Stream of consciousness journaling

The importance of doodling…

Hi-a-tus from Facebook and Instagram to rejuvenate my creative process

I am happy among my books – I am not happy without them. – Anne Lister

Man klarar sig i många år på ett ögonblick…

There is that one thing I must do before I die.

There is one moment in Pippi Longstocking that nailed it for me…

The Sparrow’s Nest

I am not depressed today.

I keep the broken bits. They illustrate the subtext.

Ut Pictura Poesis- the narrative potential of the drawing

One must not be too romantic about madness…

Silent interiors…

Visual notes: Patient No. 6, Psychiatric Diagnosis, 1959

Sunday pause. Sunday paws.

The sparrow is mightier than the machine

“Poke the spot hard till the sore bleeds on your finger”… journaling out the crap.

Drawing 3-D eyes and the human face.

SOLD: “I saw the angel in the marble.” (Drawing on marbled paper)

Give yourself the opportunity to discover your own imagery

Did the song of the sparrows trigger a genetic memory?

“This Look That Was Only Yours,” a short film of my creative process

Nature moves through carcasses…

“Retreat mode”

Relaunch and new look: my online graphic novel “Molly, a True Crime Analysis, the third draft”

Bird spotting with a yellow legal pad and a walk in the park.

I get this ways sometimes.

The importance of being specific. Collage for 2019.

Vision 2019: COURAGE

It’s not that I don’t know what to do.

Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 9- Torpet

The birthday card, 1942.

60 years ago my mother became a mother. (Karin Kristina Orwald 1936 – 2008)

Tuesday November 6, 1947

Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 8- The Letter

Inktober 2018: 31 studies of Truman Capote’s IN COLD BLOOD

Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 7- Grad and the Party

Father, daughter, Fenrir, Gleipnir and “Drawn Together”- the book: 6 years later.

Admit it- you crave simplicity.

On this one year anniversary since Asterix passed, something poignant happened.

A Potato Nose Diaries (1977) Short: Steven

Come back to me.

Mamma- a portrait.

Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 6- The Trip to Paris

A Potato Nose Diaries (1977) Short- The Audition