At the moment I am busy making the last two little people for my paper people exhibition at Akademiska sjukhuset (a hospital) in Uppsala, which is starting this Tuesday. But I managed to gather the entire family first for a quick family portrait (for posterity).

Before you know it those kids will be all grown up!



Suddenly they are all over the place.

They need a dad!



Even though a person is only about the size of an orange,

she can still be very opinionated,
and  neatly dressed,while making important phone calls,maybe about some factual error in today's paper.Her name is Lemon.


Goodbye summer

You may think that August is a bit early to start thinking about knitting for the winter.

But that of course depends, on how many you are knitting for.


You say potato, I say potato print.

When I was asked to illustrate a magazine article about art made of or inspired by food I decided it was time to revisit a technique that I hadn't practiced in..oh... 20 years! 

(the perfect material for an artist with limited means.) 
To make this at home you're gonna need a good knife (the quality of the first cut is crucial! You'll need a surface as silk-like as possible for the best possible print). You will also need a smaller knife for those capillaceous details. Some potatoes of course, the size depending on what format we're working in. Baked potatos for posters, new potatos for postcards, and regular potatos for everything in between. Finally some acrylic colors of your choice. 

With potatoes I then made interpretations of a couple of the most famous paintings in history.

Do you recognize this one?
I have to say, my skill-level is not very superior to that of kindergardeners all over the world. But it was fun! I'll show the actual prints a bit later, they came out better than I would have thought. But in the end, a potato has it's limitations and is perhaps best suited for a soup, as a mash or finely sliced, deeply fried and heavily salted.Happy Thursday!


Heartbreak on a friday

Love hurts,

love scars.

Time heals,
all wounds.
I think he did not get the answer he was hoping for.