
What
is this new sudden urge of challenging myself. A strong restless desire of doing new things, new scary things. Closing in on the age of 40 might be the answer, but why do I keep on searching for classes in the subjects that I fear to most?? Like improvised theatre. Or things like this. Mime Practice Exercise: The Rope and the box.
I´m afraid of clowns and pantomimers too...
Friday. Partyday! Must be celebrated. Lucky me, in one of the kitchen shelves, this soup was hiding discretely behind seriously looking cans of mackerel and tuna. Soup package says promising: "Festive Soup".
So... party can begin!
Have a nice Friday, you too.
Spaghetti, by Kat Östlundh.
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower". Said Camus. This portrait I made a long time ago for a magazine. Found it in a drawer yesterday. Now I blush when I see it, and I think; that magazine was bold when they chose to publish it. Similarity to the person portraited SHOULD at least be some kind of top priority when making a portrait... Where on earth did that nose came from?
IF deceased philosophers read blogs: Sorry, Camus.
Hope you´ll forgive me.