Slowly summer is fading. Schools are starting next week, but I spend some hours at the office now and then when I can. Just to notice the same old struggle. The lines when I draw feel too comfortable, the hand holding the pencil makes sweeps that I know too well. At the same time; I have forgotten what I´m serching for. I feel shut in. Have to go back, find something new. Making stamp-sized pencil roughs, hoping to soon get hold of... something.
In SvD (yesterday), reviews of both Emma Adbåges LENI ÄR ETT SOCKERHJÄRTA and my book TÄNK OM...
2010/08/18
