Gawd I’ve missed you guys sooo much! This blog is my life! It’s my lover and my husband! It’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world!
And you know what? I totally missed the day with the craziest traffic. :’( It was like two days ago or something, and that day I had o-v-e-r 300 readers! That’s insane. I’ve never had that many visitors in one day… I-n-s-a-n-e!
Hopefully some of those surfers fell in love with me and my heated words and will keep coming back for more. This is all for you, you know… I do it all for you. I love you. You guys complete me. You fill the empty space in my heart and give me a sense of… value.
A couple of hours ago I was sitting on the train with my friends F and J. They were texting. With their loved ones. Cooing away with “see you soon”s and “kisses and hugs” and probably a “I’m gonna sex you up” or two.
Usually I get all mooshie and go like “Aaawww, Love! It’s sooo beautiful! Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!”
Today was diffrent though. I actually felt a sting of bitterness for not having a lover to text… I’m not used to that sensation at all.
Of course I cried out my discontent loudly on the train and then (further embarrassing J) I sang A song for those who never find someone with my saddest tone of voice. It was simply a heartbreaking performance! Then continuing my victorious evening on the train I pondered over the strangeness of how this fantastic creature (that’s me) could still be single. I mean come on! Who would not want to date the cute singing lady on the train..?
eehhh… hehe… riiight…
Aaanyway, here’s a vid’s from Angoulême:
I’ll post more cool stuff from the trip tomorrow.
Laterz mez amiz
Tonight I’ve been translating comics for the fanzine I’m making for the Angoulême comics festival.
Well, I did actually have almost all of the translation work done allready since I translate everything I post here on the blog. Convenient!
So this page (below) was the only one I hadn’t allready written en anglias.
I beleive I have a really stupid way of re-texting…
I scan the original with the handwritten text in swedish. Then I erase the text with the stamp-tool in photoshop. After that I print it and write the english text by hand on the printed copy.
Then finally I scan the printed copy again.
I think people in general might be adding the text in photoshop somehow. Using layers or something… These are strange words and ways for me.
It must be about 7 years ago that I learned how to use the stamp tool in photoshop. Since then it’s the only tool I use… ’cause it’s the only tool I know… I just stopped in my photoshop-developement after the stamp tool. I should sit my self down some day and get down with all the layershajt n stuff… Blahch. Can’t be bothered right now.
I gotzzz workzzz 2 do… ’n ahm sooo t-h-y-hjurrred… glllrrbbllll…
(she turns off the lights, crawls down under the covers… then a soft whisper, barely hearable, shivers in the darkness. Her voice is so thin now, but still she can’t hold it back anymore. They’ve been reading her blog, leaving comments and sending her e-mails and now she just has to say it; ”h-h-hey you guys..?
I think I love you.”
insert tears welling up in her eyes here.)
In this drawing I wanted her (me) to meet her (my) doom smiling. Yyyyeeeessss, she knew veeery well that there would be pain and suffering up on that cross… but without it, how could she know joy and pleasure? hm? hm? hmmm?
(I also wanted to suggest that I am The Lord, Your Savior. Obviously.)
And then I thought it’d be cool to direct your subcontious mind toward ritualistic magic too. Therefor I chose the five pointed star as her “cross” (and then I stabbed her in the heart with a f-cking knife! Haha!).
I was also thinking about the classic “man”-drawing by Da Vinci . But since there ain’t no man better ‘n me (04.44 in the vid), this is a clear improvement of that motif!
Panel one: I asked for a man who could drive me crazy.
Panel two: I was tired of easy guys. The last one made me sick. He was, you know… mucky.
Panel three: Second “date”. Oh god… Hes crawling before me. Extinguishes himself.
Panel four: Disgusting.
Panel five: Then He Came
Panel six: He just shot a glance. Then he went cold. Cold. Airy. Walks away. Doesn’t chase me.
Panel one: He doesn’t wanna sleep with me. I love it.
Panel two: All of a sudden he smiles at me. He smiles! At me!
Panel three: Ah… Better than sex…
Panel four: Then. He. Shuts. Of. And… I…
Panel five: thirst. Want to have.
Panel six: WaNt. wANt. Want. wAnt. waNt. wAnT.
Panel one: His dissociation is telling me that he wants something more. Stronger. Greater. Like the sun and the mountains.
Panel two: He’d never pretend just to have someone… Would never settle for anything less than the most beautiful.
Panel three: I want to be His! No one elses! Only his!
Panel four: It could be that it’s just me he doesn’t want…
Panel five: But… that would be… weird. I have a hard time accepting that possibility.
Panel six: I mean, I would give him everything Everything Everything Everything
Okay, I’m totally translating in some sort of living dead state right now. I was up all night again working. I think I’ll translate the last page 2-morrow for you guys.
But the content goes something like “I love the thrills he gives me”.
Je suis très fatigué maintenant… a demain mes amis.
Whenever I pass a window or a mirror nowadays I can’t help but to stop and stare at my reflection. My hair is just sooo perfect.
New years eve for me, was ‘Moa and Carros eve’. From this day forth I will count the two of them as members of my extended family. Love I wish upon thee and the thine, unto you all my dearest comrades a joyuos life! (eh… awkward sentence… guess ahm still a li’l drnk from the chmpayin…)
Also noteable: this dress, which I bought for tonight, was n-o-t made for dancing (yes. I danced in it anyway. and yes. there were parts showing that was n-o-t suposed to show), so I’m glad I stayed in with my extended family all night instead of roaming the streets of this godforsaken town (ahm, I don’t consider this town to be godforsaken… I wrote that ’cause it sounded good… I actually really like Malmö, I think I might even be… in love with Malmö).
There were only two exceptions to my stay-in-night.
At a quarter to twelve we went up on the roof to see the fireworks and also, before that, we went down to the canal to burn our magic notes spread the ashes over the water and plant seeds for the coming year.
We all spat on the planted seeds, which is called giving an organic gift, (a sort of sacrifice) to the holy mother earth. The spitting-part was instigated by Leez who represented the element of fire in our circle.
Fire is energy directed, leadership, the ability to start and keep things burning with energy. This is the element I was born in, but not the element I represented last night.
Anyhow, I’d told Lizzie about the organic gift-part and she really seemed to enjoy the idea of it so when we stood in our magical circle outside under the full moon by the canal she came up with the idea to water our planted seeds with an organic gift of saliva. Haha, it was so perfect! We’re the best group ever! (I know exactly who’s who of us in the Adams family…)
Then we sang the song “Hela familjen går ut med geten”, a song chosen by M and J who represented the water element with T. Water is related with playfulness, the inner child, spontaneity and emotions, so their choice of song was not the least bit surprising. ^_^
The air element in our circle was held by C. Air is related with the mind, planning, logical thinking and adulthood. It was interesting that C had the voice of reason through out the whole ceremony, she truly was her element.
As master of the ceremony I took place in the earth element where I symbolised the mother, the caretaker, the solid ground that holds everything together.
A role that suits me well in these sort of gatherings.
Then I had prepared a treasure hunt for Moa (it was her birthday) with clues leading to new clues leading to her birthday gifts!
We played the”If you were”-game and hide-and-seek and when serving the desert I lit some sort of cake fireworks to put in it which of course set off our firealarm… T saved the day by fanning away the smoke with some old t-shirt or something. Later on when Thorb had gone on to another party, we sat in a circle again and held a thanksgiving for the year that has passed. I thanked for having found friends like L and J, how they feel more like siblings than friends.
All in all it was one of the best (if not THE best) New years eve’s I’ve had.
Above in the title I wrote the seeds which I chose to plant for this coming year. The travels will begin with a trip to Angouleme and Paris for a comics festival late in january and then me and my sister will be saving up some dough to go to New Orleans next fall. NJUÅÅÅRLINS!!!
The one I had before was more of a general Fridas diary-cover and since this first book (yes, first of three… I’m thinking of making it a trilogy: The Chronicles of Frida! ahm…what was that? My head? It grew bigger you say? That’s strange…) will be concentrating on my first years as a model, I wanted something special for that.
I wanted Nina/me to look model-sexy, but still scared and uncomfortable like I was when I was 14.
Gunnar said it would be good to have the word model in the title, so I’m trying out Modelljakten (Model search).
I would like the title to look like a neon Motel sign, so it should be a bit more bulging than this and maybe with a bit of a glow.
Can’t really say why I want it like that, just that I like Motel signs I guess…
And the colour is smooth wine red (maybe brownish), ’cause thats the way it has to be.
It’s just the colour of this story.
It’s also close to the colour I’ve been using for most of my blog entrys about this book.
I don’t think it could be any other way really…
I will be darkening the wall behind her so she stands out more. And is it just me, or are her ankles just a liiiitle bit to slim? hehe… But all that can wait.
What a good days work, Friedchen.
Now I can finally let myself go home! This was my raison d’etre today. Hope you had one too.
God bless you, everyone!
Life is about learning how to dance in the rain. It may be stormy and cloudy. We may be in or out of the money. Come rain or come shine.
When you’re standing alone on a dewy meadow, a soft rain trickles on your face. The smell of wet grass and summer nights fill up your entire being. That’s when I hope you dance. I hope you let your toes just barely touch the green underneath you as you sway in the dark under millions of stars.
Only you and nature.
In the eternal
dance. *deep sigh*
I’ve been to Copenhagen, the Preacher-illustrator-guy had his Preacher-originals at home (or was that just his way of trying to get me to come to his place..? haha, Am I being too cynical?) so I said he has to get them for the next time we come for a visit.
We ended up in Kristiania after lunch. Spent a long night with the best of comrades. ^_^
I love you guys!
Tomorrow I’ll probably write something about my progress with the book. Yeah. probably… I LOVE you! haha, I’m wasted… Oh yeah, and Lisa from year one at CAS is moving in with me! She’s awesome.
Oh! That’s right, did I mention I LOVE YOU?! heh. À demain mes amis… à demain.
Okay, so I drew the picture, then photocopied it and added the text for the two versions.
So now you could say that I have 3 originals! One textless, one swedish and one english.
This title page, it’s as good as finished, yeah. I’m just gonna darken the wall on the inside of the apartment a bit. To create more depth. And to make the figure stand out more. Oh, yeeeah, and I’ll shade the foot some more… It’s looking a bit bleak at the moment.
After that I’ll get to the epilogue, where I guess I’ll try to explain myself to my ex-boyfriend… Apologize or something.
I’ll be keeping you posted on my progress.
As allways. <3
Oh, how I do feel love for every human being right now! every-one-of-you-my-darling-dears!