Lucky me!

A couple a nights ago I layed awake
thinking of how difficult the portraitpainting was
at the moment...

I have found that just as easy
as it feels starting painting a portrait,
just as difficult it appears toards the end...
Everything should in the end
just feel confortable and right to look at.

What is lacking?
What is wrong?
How do I take it from almoust ready
(atleast all the canvas filled) to being ready?

The answer I have found is; work. Concentrate. Move on.
And relay in that I will make it.

After painting today I felt relaxed and fine!

This portrait should be
framed and delivered
by June 19th.

Spring

The light, the warmth, the flowers, the joy!

If you like me live in the city I highly recomend reading this and this to get in spring mode.

Do not give up!

Do

not

believe

in

this

story

Good evening!
Once in America
a friend was generous to give me

a "Fashionshoot" of myself.

They painted my face,
made my hair
and lent me clothes to wear.

People said WOW
as they saw the picture.
People said I should
paint my face like that.
Do my hair like that.
Dress like that.

But the person on that
"lovely" picture
was not me.
Just my face lent to others.


The Olga you see above
is me.
The best of me.
When I like myself.

Frida, an art-interrested
and very gifted young lady
took the picture
above (and below)
after I had taken
some of her
here in my kitchen.

And believe me -
I am NOT easy to fech
looking "sane" ;-)

It is my wish to,
like Frida
be able to capture pictures
of people in this spirit.

The facric behind is bought
for photography-purpose.

It´s been twentythree years
since I was twentyone.
One of my dear friends
at that time,
where I was in Spain,
was Jacqui from New Zealand.
Today I got a mail from her!

Reconecting with old friends
is like travelling in a timemachine.
On the picture above
you may with help of a facelift
see what I looked like then (!)

happy easter
from Noak and me

/Olga

Am looking forward to
finishing this portrait!

Today I reached the point
when I had filled
all the canvas
with paint.

Now I will be "sculpting" his head
so that it "comes out of the canvas".

I will work with the lights and shades,
with he softness,
with all the small nuances.

And I will be making
Jonnys teeth
alot lighter!

It is the first time
I make a grey background.

Sunny days

...are fun days in my world!

P.S. View THIS !

Loving

Hans whispered "I love You" in Noaks ear this morning.
And Noak whipered back in Dads ear:
"I love YOU. I love MOM and I love MYSELF."

P.S. I like the Loretta Lux pictures!

A very special foot


My dad was home alone one day
with his brother Erik
as they saw their neighbours cow
that had come loose
in the vegetablegarden...

My dad didn´t see the rake
that laid there hidden in the tall grass
as they run out to fech the cow.

A stick of the rake went through my Dads bare little foot.




Some days later the Magnussons at Rudskogen
had a visitor Theodor Lundberg, who saw and thought
the vound through the foot
looked really ugly
and recomended that my dad
ought to visit the hospital.

So it happened that my dad
came to town for the first time in his young life.
So it happened that little Gunnar got hospitilazed.




Every Monday his dad would come to see him
as he was in town for buisness
(selling ladders and flag-poles)

He was three years old at the time
and Gunnar still remembers how
he once tried to hide his fathers cap
hoping to make him stay with him.
Hoping his Father wouldn´t leave him.




Three months later
it was Christmas
and little Gunnar returned home
to his mother and his family...

On this picture you can
see my three year old son holding
my Dads foot.
And you still see the hole
the rake caused it
83 years ago.

It snowed here today
and my little walk
in Stockholms old town
was magic.



When you are to have YOUR walk
in Stockholms old town.
Don´t miss Ljunggrens Pappershandel
(Köpmannagatan 3)

(The two pictures are not mine)

going to That House

We lived in Arvika before.
Came here summer 2004
after lots of tears and fear of the big city.

In the passed days my man
has put up his recordingstudio
that was kept in boxes
ever since our move to Stockholm.

It is much more crowded/cluttered now
in our little apartment with all these gears
but believe me (in spite of that)
it feels so right and GOOD.

Yesterday a Kristina
with a very good voice/personality
recorded one song.
Today my man finished it.

And I feel:
we are one step closer to That House!

Because... not sure I´ve said this -
the dream I strive for; That House,
is actually a beautiful dress of a beautiful life.
I like to believe that once that that special life is a reality
the beautiful dress for it will somehow become reall as well.

And this is the life that is to fill That House;
"A creative and warm atmosphere with lots of things going on. Many people are spontaniously coming over just to be. I do not need to act the good hostess, because I am not. They are all WELCOME to hang around and share our life. We make music, photography, painting and much more. And we will be good at it. That House helps us become good at what we are doing. We will not have to worry, nor even think of finances. Somehow that takes care of itself. That house is full of life, light and beauty. Peace and activity."

The Visit

This is John and my son Noak.
And this is the first time
Noak brings a friend home
from kindergarden :-)

Brittas summer

The other day I visited my old Britta.
She toled me about
how wonderful her summer had been...
(At my previous visit she also mentioned
how great her summer was)

Britta was in England waching sheep.
She had been so happy there and singing all day
(although she says she can not sing)
She had come there on a big, big ferry.
It was wonderful!

I listened.


Then I toled her it is March now
we are approaching spring.
She has been in hospital
where she was in good hands
Britta had been content there.

During the last passed weeks
Britta have aged extremely much.

I toled her: "So in reall world you have not been to England".

"So I live in two worlds" she responded, smiling
She was very well understanding what I was telling her.

"Your summer in England feels very reall, doesn´t it?"
"Oh yes, very, very, very reall!"


Britta - November 13, 2007
Britta - December 13, 2007
Britta - February 13, 2008
Britta - April 24, 2008
Britta - June 17, 2008

He is sleeping now.

The "sucking-thing"
on his bottle broke
one day last week
= no more bottle of oatmilk
in bed before falling a sleep.

Not easy.

He cries easily and complains
he is tired but can´t sleep.

I am calming him, responding
he doesn´t have to worry:
"Sleep will come
without you having to do anything.
-Just FEEL how good it is laying here, my love!"

I M P R O V E D


Didn´t feel quite confortable
walking around
in the old dreamhouse.

I changed it a little
and now I LOVE being there.

Questions?

(click to enlarge drawing)