The killler honeybee

The honeybee kills the bumblebee. What a strange happening. He came flying, haning on the bumblebee´s back. With his sting in the other one´s body. As you can see it comes some white goo from the honeybee´s mouth. Mabe both died. Natures wonder world.

When I laugh, you stick a knife in my back.

You haunt me every day, all day
You wake me up each night, all the time

When I paint, you disturb my colors
When I try to think, you make me think of you

When I eat, you hug me hard around my chest
When I talk to someone, you poke me in the neck

When I laugh, you stick a knife in my back
When I hug someone, you tear out my heart

All my life is about you, and I don´t want it to be so.
I try to ignore you, but you don´t care about that.
 

Why paint, why even try?

It´s not even money in it. Just many thoughts, wondering, downfalls and misary. Ye, ofcourse it´s also interesting, colorful, absolute a most wanted to do.
Can´t ever stop, it´s like a poison in my body and my brain. Whit EVERY painting I learn something new, that I didn´t now before.
It just is. My life.

Foto-triss- Tema Symetri

Foto-triss-symetri

I am leaving my Swedish blog, and I am beginning here instead. It´s too much bugs in bloggsida. So Here I come again. Foto-triss-symetri.