A photography taken of a wall I pass every day on my way to school
"...Free love, crazy love,
love in an encounter, brute love,
love for a lifetime or love for a minute?
You decide."
Copyright © 2007 Aasa Bergem
Friday, June 15, 2007
More art
I hope you don't get
tired of all the art posts
I have made lately
I found a artphoto blog
on the net with quite
a good selection of artists
I especially liked
Ted Preuss
and
Peggy Washburn
Labels:
My artsy world
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The old days
I had to send somebody
a scan of my passport today,
and I thought it was a
little funny looking at
the old photo.
I am actually just 16
in this photo.
Don't I look small
and innocent, ha ha!
Maybe even a little tortured.
I don't think
I was a big fan of getting
my photo taken at that time.
I was really shy and introvert.
You can see it in the plagued look, ha ha!
Labels:
my little world
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Quotes...
...from "Benny & Joon (1993)"
Sam: You don't like raisins?
Joon: Not really.
Sam: Why?
Joon: They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes.
Sam: How sick is she?
Benny: Oh, she's plenty sick.
Sam: Oh. Because you know, it seems to me that, aside from being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
Sam: You don't like raisins?
Joon: Not really.
Sam: Why?
Joon: They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes.
Sam: How sick is she?
Benny: Oh, she's plenty sick.
Sam: Oh. Because you know, it seems to me that, aside from being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Life...
Do I really know who I am? Where I am? where I am going? And will I ever know the answer to any of these questions?
Maybe the comfort is that these are questions we all have to ask at some point, and that makes us all less alone in a way, and more connected.
Cause these questions can sometimes make me feel so, so, so small and alone, and everything is so big, and I don't know why I am here and what I am doing and where I should turn next. And the tiny little everyday trouble seem so laughable. And my possibilities so endless in a way, that it is nearly scary.
Maybe the comfort is that these are questions we all have to ask at some point, and that makes us all less alone in a way, and more connected.
Cause these questions can sometimes make me feel so, so, so small and alone, and everything is so big, and I don't know why I am here and what I am doing and where I should turn next. And the tiny little everyday trouble seem so laughable. And my possibilities so endless in a way, that it is nearly scary.
Labels:
My world of thoughts
Saturday, June 02, 2007
New drawings
At Night
Ink on paper
It is supposed to be a mermaid, I am not sure if the shells
on her tail is visible in this small version
Woman holding a mans head
"Theme Salome"
Ink on paper
Two women by the riverside
Ink and pencil on paper
Woman holding her own heart
Ink and pencil on paper
Do you think I should color it or leave it black/white?
Melancholy fairy
Ink and colored pencils on paper
This I drew when I was stoned, ha hah!
It is not quite done yet, I still have to do something with the fairy.
If anybody have a suggestion about color etc I am glad to hear it.
My other work on DeviantArt
Ink on paper
It is supposed to be a mermaid, I am not sure if the shells
on her tail is visible in this small version
Woman holding a mans head
"Theme Salome"
Ink on paper
Two women by the riverside
Ink and pencil on paper
Woman holding her own heart
Ink and pencil on paper
Do you think I should color it or leave it black/white?
Melancholy fairy
Ink and colored pencils on paper
This I drew when I was stoned, ha hah!
It is not quite done yet, I still have to do something with the fairy.
If anybody have a suggestion about color etc I am glad to hear it.
My other work on DeviantArt
Labels:
My artsy world
Friday, June 01, 2007
Clouds are soft when trolls look upon the sky
and grass whispers when they
slowly walk barefoot into the darkness of the woods
and grass whispers when they
slowly walk barefoot into the darkness of the woods
Labels:
My poetic world
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