Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Hidden message



A new book I designed arrived today.
Its full of fun little hidden messages.
I´ll show you more later!

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

Monday, 24 November 2008

Been on tour









Been away for a week
Train to Malmo
Boosted by wonderful friends
Li´s printshop
Otto and Lingonberrytoe
Saras wonderful kitchen
All happiness and strengh to Malin
Traveled to Falkenberg
Relatives
Sun

Fun!

Monday, 17 November 2008

Mindreading









Last book I made for Henrik Fexeus and Forum bookpublisher.
I quite like it. About mindreading.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

New Piece




A new beautymagazine that I made the cover for was released a couple of weeks ago, but I recieved it today. A flowerpattern built of products. An attempt to create some beauty and creativity to a super-commercialized custommagazine. Did it work?

Monday, 10 November 2008

MM




Confession about my relationship to the Modern museum i Stockholm:
I love walking around the island, looking at the sculptors, visiting the museumshop, and set up to meet people in one of the cafées with the excuse to see the exhibitions together. Wich rarely happens.
I used to be young and pretentious, reading all the curators forewords and analyzing the whole shobang, and after maybe, maybe have a coffe. Today its the other way around. I get totally inspired just by watching the posters in the restaurant and the view of the water. Am I getting old and lazy, or just relaxed and comfortable?


Sunday, 9 November 2008

Fathers day



The fathers first fathers day.
Muffin and an Otto thrilled about his first piece of art, the t-shirt.
We stayed in long this grey sunday.
What did you do?

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Märta Tikkanen





Wonderful exhibition of Marta Tikkanens poetry at Vin och sprithistoriska museet today. Was totaly overwhelmed by her naked and striking poetry about a family living with an alcoholic father/husband. The beautiful typography carried the words beautifully. Unfortunatly for you friends abroad I only have her poetry in Swedish.

Först känns det skönt
rent svindlande och obegripling
skönt
att det trots allt finns de som ser
bakom fasaden
som vet
och inser

Men sen blir allting
bara ännu svårare
Sen kommer frågan:
Varför går du inte?

Otaliga gånger har jag varit
på väg

om den här perioden inte är sen sista
då går jag

om elakheterna går ut över
barnen
då går jag

om han dessutom börjar
ljuga
då går jag

och bär han nånsin hand
på mej
då går jag

och när barnen inte längre
orkar
då bara måste jag

Och allting hände
Ändå gick jag inte

Varför?