Only friends read blogs

Met a woman on the train
this morning -
a woman that visits my blog
and reads my words.

It is a funny thing
it doesn´t feel unconfortable
meeting someone
who ought to be a stranger -
Meeting someone
who has heard my whispers
and my fragile thoughts.

Funny how I feel
I know her and she knows me
although we´ve never sat down face to face talking.

Quite nice actually!





It is not that my words are that fragile.
No.
They are not private.
No.
But still, they can set me in "shymood"
reading them out loud.
Personal?
Well...

Oh the joy of being present!
Being able to be present is a gift.
Or is it a skill?

Tell me Susan! Tell me EB! Tell me whoever knows the secret!

In images an words
I can easily make it appear
as though I have been present.
But do not trust me!
I am making up an image of a life
I have seen
and that I would like to feel!

Oh the joy of being present!





The lovely walk

Ingrid called me the other day
wondered if I wished to take a walk with her.

The afternoon was lovely.
I couldn´t ask for better company...

We reached Hästa gård
- an old house in a friendly old garden

And there we sat down in the grass
surrounded by flowers.
We talked as the hens walked around us
and Noak played happily
in the perfect summer afternoon.

It was quiet and peaseful.
We were alone.

As I think of it now
the memory is a gem.

But as I sat there
I was like in a bubble.
I saw and understood how perfect everything was out there.
But couldn´t sense it from where I was - inside my bubble.

Have you ever been trapped in a bubble
when all you wished for was to be there
present
with all your open senses?



Here is a link to when we discovered this place for the first time.

Hedvigs journey

A couple of years ago
I made an empty book
that I named Hedvig
and sent her out on a long, long journey...

It spent some time with a girl that always liked the Inuit look.
A girl who loves knitting
and who makes the cutest little baby conforters.

"May you have warmth
in your igloo,
oil in your lamp
and pease in your heart"
- inuit proverb

Link


Then, sometime in the rainy autumn
she landed in the land of tulips and clogs
in the house of Parker the cat and its owner
where she got to listen to lots of jazz... Link


Then it spent some great time
in the middle-west of Germany
with her who initiated the great idea of
the travelling journals.
Hedvig got to wach her making lots of lovely things
working in, and playing with paper. Link




And so, Hedvig arrived with the winter in Sydney
down on the other side the globe.
She spent her days close to the sea
in the house of a sweet and thrifty girl
who enjoyed making toyrabbits for her friends! Link


From Australia
Hedvig, the travelling journal
continued her journey to Asia.
To a mysterious woman
who made lovely calligraphy. Link


And then off to Lucy the dog
and her owner
who LOVED HER LIFE!


This was in September of 2008
and the following month
the host (on the picture)
a designer and authiur of books
was to turn 40... Link

Happy birthday to you, Dawn a bit late!!

Then my book Hedvig flew back to Europe
and landed in the home of
an ocenographer
(whos father now is a bird)
who loves
paper, facric, stones, sand, leafs, people, kids and toys... Link


Finally, on her long, long journey around the globe
Hedvig spent spring 2009
with Dixie the cat
in a house with a lovely little garden
listening to TRUMPET-music! Link

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All the girls that have hosted my travelling jourmnal
have also had their own journals travelling around.
They have all been here visiting with me in Sweden
and I have gotten the oportunity to write in each one of them
about my life and my dreams and my country.

I am the second to have my journal
coming back home to me.
The other are still out there travelling.

Thank you so much, all of you girls
for sharing your life with me
by writing in my little book
and making it magic!!

And welcome back home Hedvig!

When I made this picture I thought it was beautiful -
Noak on top of the sky, resting on the clouds.

But my man - who always associates when he sees images
or hear about the dream you dreamt,
thinks it is a very dark and negative picture with that dark spot at the top.

What feeling does it give to you?

"My beautiful Dreamer" fell a sleep late tonight
after layin in my arms
listening to Hans giving him an evening concert on the grand piano...

It is night again... I´m of to my bed and my (night-)dreams.
For my daydream; Please press the button at the bottom of this page.
Sleep tight!

Hello World! Yesterday I nuanced Jonnys upper lip - it changed the whole impression! The painting is close to being ready now... Today I will work on his hands.
The below hand belongs to the above little princess Amanda who spent her afternoon with us.

Sleeping peacefully

He fell asleep late tonight.
But he was content.
He has had a good day of smiles.

Not all days are good.

Age three seems to be
a difficult age for little people.
So many questions.
And many fears.

Yesterday we wached
some old Disney films on YouTube.
He couldn´t get that scary, angry woman
out of his mind (Snow whites stepmother)
he toled me when he was to sleep.
And he asked me if I could pray to God
to take his fear away.

Then he complained no more!

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!