Waves of acid. Rolling ruin. Flaming vestige. Drowned past. Buried remnants. Glory. Norman the conqueror repeated these his favourite words again and again as he watched the pagans, the dissidents, and

Purple sand in her shoes and clothing, in every crack and crease of her body. Her eyes did their best to wash it away with tears – like a negative of running mascara the salty water ran out under her sun

Marmalade and whipped cream was all over her face, she smiled shyly sorting the spoons in front of her. From smallest to largest. “I will go to heaven,” she said, “when they bury me in the ground!” “Do

The house had always been there. It was made of stone and wood, and had no doors, so the children climbed in through the windows when they wanted to play inside the house. The window frames were round

So as it might have occured to some, I have been playing roleplaying games again these last three years - but a great change has happened. I am no longer the GM - the person who create the world play all

Even inside my own head it seems pretty chaotic - the the woobly and meandering line of work hours I use on then this and then that project. When I am not whipping myself into doing just one thing I tend

I think I just wrote a feel-good story... Here it is: He never really was a small talker. He talked BIG. Whenever he meet people, at the bus stop, the pub, or out in the countryside, his long and complex

So here's another post about the film project that I just might pull off at some point. Until now I have made a script, technical experiments and music. This post is about music. The list of Open source

For the people who follows me (thanks to all 4 of you) it is no secret that I have had some rather long breaks in the free-culture-goodness-project. So now that I have sort of returned I am behind with

They knew, when their daughter left home for a dormitory room i Heidelberg, that she was the one that had used most of the hot water, the electricity and the food in the fridge. When their son also moved

Another digi-painting that just evolved into this. I wanted to make something sixties and started with the red haired woman. Than I expanded the canvas several times - made the dark haired woman - and

After having finished Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time, I have read quite a few books. Loads of Russian/Soviet poetry in Danish translation. Best was Anna Akhmatova, but all in all it has really

It has been a couple of busy days. Yesterday all went by in the Copenhagen opera where Richard Wagner's opera, Trisatn und Isolde was on the program. Tristan and Isolde is one of the harder operas to go

Just one of those evening digi-paintings. Could actually look a bit like Donald Trump, but I didn't think about him while making it. I seldom think about him now he's not president. Yellow man High resolution

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. John Dowland The last God of my nightmares is IR IR High

No. seven of the Gods of my Nightmares The sky is black as you crawl in the wet grass. It looks like an ordinary salt meadow, but something is not right. It smells of burning plastic. The ropes from ships

Our lives are mirrored in the dreams we have, our dreams are mirrored in life. The first psychologists, Jung and Freud, both had significant theories based on their view of dreams. Freud seeing our urges

Memories are strange things. They might just be electrical impulses in a lump of fat, but they are carried on in there for an unreasonably long time. They are the foundation of a self that seems to evolve

I have been working on a small series of drawings called, The Seven Gods of my Nightmares. Geometry in dreams. Maybe that sounds soothing, but as nightmares are the topic in this post it goes without saying

I have been working on a small series of drawings called, The Seven Gods of my Nightmares. (read more here: UG) @owasco, who always asks questions that make me think, got me into comparing these works