No, seriously

And though my Tumblr page might not see a lot of action at the moment, life goes on in our little home.

National Museum of Denmark - Drømde mik en drøm i nat

For people who are actually interested in how viking music might have sounded, “Drømde mik en drøm i nat" (/I dreamt a dream last night) is the earliest music (and lyrics) known in Scandinavia preserved on the last page of the (~1200-1300) Codex Runicus as rune notes.

The song and melody is still known and used today in most of Scandinavia, as a sort of folk-standard. This version, deceivingly slow in the beginning, is presented as close to the original sound of the years 900-1000 as historians think they can come.

This song might have survived because it was a gigantic hit, like the viking’s very own “Billie Jean”. A total pop slayer that stayed around long enough for music notes to be invented.

The more you know.




I’m really, really sorry. 

play this at my viking funeral.

To quote: Ibrahim Ibn Ahmad Al-Tartushi’s describtion of the music of the vikings in ca. 950:

Never before I have heard uglier songs than those of the Vikings in Slesvig (in Denmark). The growling sound coming from their throats reminds me of dogs howling, only more untamed.

That seems rather accurate here, doesn’t it?

(via laughterkey)

With police brutality running amok in Brazil like it was an almost perverted form of art in itself, artists/illustrators Gabriel Morais, Renato Botelho and Bruno Pereira have created nine posters inspired by the Kama Sutra for people to download, print and mount whereever there’s room. The hope is to raise awareness and debate, pushing Brazilian politicians to adopt a new mind set about the rights of civilians, and civilians to realize they can expect more from their government.

(Via Huffington Post)

Yes, despite losing more followers than I’m receiving notes with these pictures, here they are yet again.

I’ve been asked (“asked” is the polite way to put it, more like statements) by two people now (anonymous, go figure) if these pictures aren’t just traces of photos. 

The short answer is quite frankly: No, they are not. These paintings were traces, of sorts, if you disregard the many changes I made to the men in pictures, so it’s not as if I’d be embarrassed being “caught” tracing photos.

Here’s the long answer:

They started by being drawings with excessive amounts of ink in them. I was unsatisfied with them, as I wanted a negative space for the person in the drawings to wander about in. Black and white images don’t allow much play or variation with clean, negative space when the options are just those two colors. I didn’t want to paint them either, so I chose to work it out on my computer. Photoshop was sort of a challenge to me, as I’m not super-duper trained or experienced with it, unlike with painting on canvas which I find a little tedious now, since the challenge has gone. I’m absolutely the most happy in my life, when there’s something (of my choice, of course) to overcome and learn from. (For instance, I didn’t become a cook, because there was a bright future in cooking, but rather because I deep down just wanted to learn to make sublime meals .. the minute the learning stopped, I lost interest).

I basically approached it like I do with paintings on canvas, as it’s the only way I know how. A good friend lend me his body for poses, so I could see how shadows and colors would work, but I stripped him of few pounds and muscles, made his body look older and gave him a more collapsed sort of posture (aaaand imagined what sort of business was happening underneath his underwear - we are not THAT good friends).

The face I just based on my own, as that was the easiest (a simple mirror was used), and I pulled the hairline waaay back, gave him more saggy eyes and loads of grey in his skin, so he more closely would resemble my memories of how the he looked, but hoping to still present a sort of anybody-kind of guy in his late 30s.

The funny thing (if you will) about using my own face on him, was how it (to myself) distilled the idea a darkness that gets inside you via violence, or abuse, or any variation thereof, and lingers in you as a lifetime of addiction, or depressions or any other way people react to abuse in their childhood. The central idea of the project was to see my villain in life being swallowed up by the exact same darkness he created. But by sticking my face on him,  this series of pictures not only ended up describing a vengefulness, a wish fulfillment of revenge, but to a very large extend also describing precisely what abuse does to a person. It’s easy for me to see the black pit, introduced by people one should have been able to trust, as a depression that one drags around, a permanent trench one is stuck in while the rest of the world is on ground level. 

Part 2 can be found here.

The abused returns the favor.

Trigger Warning.

Part one can be found here.

Trigger Warning.

This is where it started. Tomorrow I’ll show you where it ended.

Théo Mercier - The Loner
Musée d’art moderne de la ville de Paris

(English subtitles)

Take the time and watch this little pearl of a short film.



Choi Xooang

Great things are coming from South Korea these days.

(via 7knotwind)

Thanks anon. I’m always glad to get non abusive Tumblr mail.
Yes, I’m alive and well, but busy. Not really in the mood for the Tumblr Lifestyle (probably?).

Lump (picture) reblogged, as it fits perfectly to this update. My husband is now in one of those HIV vaccine-drug experiments that has seen a lot of Tumblr mentions (the one that may cure HIV one day).
And I’m like: “Shit I don’t want you to do that. You could get so dangerously ill”, but he’s like: “I gotta do it. Otherwise this will one day kill me, and it will be for nothing. Now I’ll at least make a difference for somebody else”.

So yeah. Love/hate, getting over my own selfish needs, seeing the big picture.

(Source: crayonic)

Excerpts from Revenge Fantasy Series: “From Mars With Love”.
Ink. 100 x 130cm. Color added with digital “water color”.

Full picture here

It’s a Grace Jones Friday, because what else kind of sorry plans did you have? Besides who can resist the queer qualities of Grace Jones?

Photography by Jean Paul Goude (minus the last one from an Olympus advert, 1987).