Come with me and I show you things others can't

"come with me"


I cannot promise you stability, I cannot promise you wealth and I cannot promise you everlasting happiness. All I have is my mind and the worlds within it. The worlds I want to share with you.

Work in progress

Illustration for an album cover. When someone asks me to draw a pin-up girl with snakes, how can I resist? Oh wait, or was the girl my idea...? Well, anyway, I can't resist drawing album covers, whatever they are.

And my only regret is that I let this sickness be my eyes

"with blinded eyes" 


Do I see clearly now then? Or is my vision just shrouded by some other thing?  By something that again takes years to unlearn. And what is this new way of seeing? Is this clarity, is this how it's supposed to feel? There are still things I don't want see, things that makes my eyes bleed, things that are too bright or dark to watch. But I guess it's ok. I see now, no more blindfolds. I see you, I see you all. Sometimes it makes me scared. More often it makes me smile.

Print madness

A pile of prints which is supposed to turn into a form of an exhibition tomorrow. Lots of sorting out to do tonight.