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Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

Rally for the environment in Uppsala - Sweden today.Before I post other pics from it I wanted to do a special post about @redrebelbrigade that I finally had the privilege of seeing live for the first time today. From a protest artist to another I just want to say I fucking love you! The beauty and power you display makes me tear up. The stillness in something so powerful moves me. Thank you to all the red rebels all over the world. ❤️

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

For a while now I’ve been going through some shit. Dealing with old trauma. Trying to find my voice again. My role in a world that in many ways is about to end. I have decided to change a whole lot of things in my personal life and with my work.

I believe we live in a time where we need to start looking really hard into what we are willing to sacrifice and change in our lives for the common good, for Mother Earth. Change that needs to come both from ourselves personally, and forcibly, by us, upon the rulers of this world.

We must be willing to look at everything we own, everything we have around us, all of our habits and make quick and hard decisions. What can I do to help our future? Can I get organized, can I change my habits, can I live without some of my objects, how can I fight.

As an artist, art itself obviously has a special place in my heart. And my artmaking needs to be made with more of all this in mind. As a start 20 or so sculptures have been sawed in two and reconfigured into a changed being. A way to prove to myself that I am willing to change. That I am willing to make decisions over the things that I have power over. Our children needs us to make these decisions today. Not tomorrow.

On the piece I wrote a poem in Swedish, the last line is the name of the piece:

Jag söker en frihet.
En frihet där vi alla ryms.
Bryter mönster.
Passerar gränser.
Kämpar mot jättar.
Släpper den jag varit.
Vill andas vår luft.
Vill möta dina ögon.
Ser att du också kämpar.
Vi slår oss samman.
Som spretiga växters fingrar mot solen.

Slow print tv. A new linocut in the new printing press. I just love this process right now.

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

I built a printing press and I’m really fucking proud of how it came out! The undercarriage comes from an old cast iron mangler, the rest I built from scratch. I named it The Free Press. Paying respect to all the journalists out there that gave their life for exposing the truth! Never stop speaking your truth. With this tool I will speak mine. ❤️✊🏽🇵🇸

Shout out to @gretathunberg @takeback.power @theneighborhoodkidsmusic and all the young beautiful voices in the struggle! We love you! ❤️✊🏽❤️

Jag lyssnade precis färdigt på ljudboksversionen av @nicolaslunabba s Inte din statsminister. Djupt berörd och omrörd. Igenkänningen i att vara en pappa till små barn som en ska försöka förklara världens mörker för, försvara från världens mörker. Han skrev bl.a om “blattarna, bögarna och judarna” som levde i rädsla för skinnskallarna som härjade under 90-talet. Jag var en av “bögarna”.

Det var skoldisko på folkets hus och vi hängde utanför. En nasse spottade på mitt sminkade ansikte. Han fortsatte bort till en grupp på ett 10-tal skinnskallar som alla snabbt vände sina blickar mot mig. Jag tog mig snabbt in till några vänner på grillen runt hörnet. Nassarna stod utanför fönstret och tittade på mig. En liten glasskiva var allt som skilde mig mellan skör säkerhet och något slags våld jag inte kunde veta slutet på. Jag fick låna en mobil av någon och ringde min pappa som kom och hämtade mig.

De omringade mig utanför kulturhuset. Det hade varit punkspelning med mosh-pit. Jag hade stött till axeln på en av nassarna under dansen och skulle nu dö. En snabbtänkt och modig kompis räddade mig då.

Nicolas skrev om John Hron. Pojken som mördades av nassar. Jag hade samlingsskivan “Vi håller inte käften”. En massa låtar av den tidens stora svenska alternativmusiknamn. Jag brukade titta på bilden av John i konvolutet. Vi var ganska lika varandra. Fast han var mer hårdrock, jag var mer emo. Jag fann tröst i skivan, men bar också rädslan för att sluta upp som honom.

Några år senare hade jag överlevt både mobbare och nassar och kände att jag började vara på andra sidan av det. Inga fler loskor i ansiktet, knivar mot halsen eller sparkar i magen. Jag var fortfarande rädd men jag hade funnit trygga rum och gatorna hade förändrats en aning. Jag hade slutat sminka mig. Den pojken dog på sitt vis i rädslan.

Idag känner jag den där rädslan igen. För mina vänners skull. Tidöregeringen och Sverige doftar av 90-talets skinnskallar och människojakt. Vi får inte acceptera detta. Likt min skulptur som av vinden föll i leran så måste vi resa oss igen. Stå emot högervindarna. För John och för alla som på olika sätt idag lever i rädsla för var Sverige är på väg.

Jag lyssnade precis färdigt på ljudboksversionen av @nicolaslunabba s Inte din statsminister. Djupt berörd och omrörd. Igenkänningen i att vara en pappa till små barn som en ska försöka förklara världens mörker för, försvara från världens mörker. Han skrev bl.a om “blattarna, bögarna och judarna” som levde i rädsla för skinnskallarna som härjade under 90-talet. Jag var en av “bögarna”.

Det var skoldisko på folkets hus och vi hängde utanför. En nasse spottade på mitt sminkade ansikte. Han fortsatte bort till en grupp på ett 10-tal skinnskallar som alla snabbt vände sina blickar mot mig. Jag tog mig snabbt in till några vänner på grillen runt hörnet. Nassarna stod utanför fönstret och tittade på mig. En liten glasskiva var allt som skilde mig mellan skör säkerhet och något slags våld jag inte kunde veta slutet på. Jag fick låna en mobil av någon och ringde min pappa som kom och hämtade mig.

De omringade mig utanför kulturhuset. Det hade varit punkspelning med mosh-pit. Jag hade stött till axeln på en av nassarna under dansen och skulle nu dö. En snabbtänkt och modig kompis räddade mig då.

Nicolas skrev om John Hron. Pojken som mördades av nassar. Jag hade samlingsskivan “Vi håller inte käften”. En massa låtar av den tidens stora svenska alternativmusiknamn. Jag brukade titta på bilden av John i konvolutet. Vi var ganska lika varandra. Fast han var mer hårdrock, jag var mer emo. Jag fann tröst i skivan, men bar också rädslan för att sluta upp som honom.

Några år senare hade jag överlevt både mobbare och nassar och kände att jag började vara på andra sidan av det. Inga fler loskor i ansiktet, knivar mot halsen eller sparkar i magen. Jag var fortfarande rädd men jag hade funnit trygga rum och gatorna hade förändrats en aning. Jag hade slutat sminka mig. Den pojken dog på sitt vis i rädslan.

Idag känner jag den där rädslan igen. För mina vänners skull. Tidöregeringen och Sverige doftar av 90-talets skinnskallar och människojakt. Vi får inte acceptera detta. Likt min skulptur som av vinden föll i leran så måste vi resa oss igen. Stå emot högervindarna. För John och för alla som på olika sätt idag lever i rädsla för var Sverige är på väg.

Jag lyssnade precis färdigt på ljudboksversionen av @nicolaslunabba s Inte din statsminister. Djupt berörd och omrörd. Igenkänningen i att vara en pappa till små barn som en ska försöka förklara världens mörker för, försvara från världens mörker. Han skrev bl.a om “blattarna, bögarna och judarna” som levde i rädsla för skinnskallarna som härjade under 90-talet. Jag var en av “bögarna”.

Det var skoldisko på folkets hus och vi hängde utanför. En nasse spottade på mitt sminkade ansikte. Han fortsatte bort till en grupp på ett 10-tal skinnskallar som alla snabbt vände sina blickar mot mig. Jag tog mig snabbt in till några vänner på grillen runt hörnet. Nassarna stod utanför fönstret och tittade på mig. En liten glasskiva var allt som skilde mig mellan skör säkerhet och något slags våld jag inte kunde veta slutet på. Jag fick låna en mobil av någon och ringde min pappa som kom och hämtade mig.

De omringade mig utanför kulturhuset. Det hade varit punkspelning med mosh-pit. Jag hade stött till axeln på en av nassarna under dansen och skulle nu dö. En snabbtänkt och modig kompis räddade mig då.

Nicolas skrev om John Hron. Pojken som mördades av nassar. Jag hade samlingsskivan “Vi håller inte käften”. En massa låtar av den tidens stora svenska alternativmusiknamn. Jag brukade titta på bilden av John i konvolutet. Vi var ganska lika varandra. Fast han var mer hårdrock, jag var mer emo. Jag fann tröst i skivan, men bar också rädslan för att sluta upp som honom.

Några år senare hade jag överlevt både mobbare och nassar och kände att jag började vara på andra sidan av det. Inga fler loskor i ansiktet, knivar mot halsen eller sparkar i magen. Jag var fortfarande rädd men jag hade funnit trygga rum och gatorna hade förändrats en aning. Jag hade slutat sminka mig. Den pojken dog på sitt vis i rädslan.

Idag känner jag den där rädslan igen. För mina vänners skull. Tidöregeringen och Sverige doftar av 90-talets skinnskallar och människojakt. Vi får inte acceptera detta. Likt min skulptur som av vinden föll i leran så måste vi resa oss igen. Stå emot högervindarna. För John och för alla som på olika sätt idag lever i rädsla för var Sverige är på väg.

Jag lyssnade precis färdigt på ljudboksversionen av @nicolaslunabba s Inte din statsminister. Djupt berörd och omrörd. Igenkänningen i att vara en pappa till små barn som en ska försöka förklara världens mörker för, försvara från världens mörker. Han skrev bl.a om “blattarna, bögarna och judarna” som levde i rädsla för skinnskallarna som härjade under 90-talet. Jag var en av “bögarna”.

Det var skoldisko på folkets hus och vi hängde utanför. En nasse spottade på mitt sminkade ansikte. Han fortsatte bort till en grupp på ett 10-tal skinnskallar som alla snabbt vände sina blickar mot mig. Jag tog mig snabbt in till några vänner på grillen runt hörnet. Nassarna stod utanför fönstret och tittade på mig. En liten glasskiva var allt som skilde mig mellan skör säkerhet och något slags våld jag inte kunde veta slutet på. Jag fick låna en mobil av någon och ringde min pappa som kom och hämtade mig.

De omringade mig utanför kulturhuset. Det hade varit punkspelning med mosh-pit. Jag hade stött till axeln på en av nassarna under dansen och skulle nu dö. En snabbtänkt och modig kompis räddade mig då.

Nicolas skrev om John Hron. Pojken som mördades av nassar. Jag hade samlingsskivan “Vi håller inte käften”. En massa låtar av den tidens stora svenska alternativmusiknamn. Jag brukade titta på bilden av John i konvolutet. Vi var ganska lika varandra. Fast han var mer hårdrock, jag var mer emo. Jag fann tröst i skivan, men bar också rädslan för att sluta upp som honom.

Några år senare hade jag överlevt både mobbare och nassar och kände att jag började vara på andra sidan av det. Inga fler loskor i ansiktet, knivar mot halsen eller sparkar i magen. Jag var fortfarande rädd men jag hade funnit trygga rum och gatorna hade förändrats en aning. Jag hade slutat sminka mig. Den pojken dog på sitt vis i rädslan.

Idag känner jag den där rädslan igen. För mina vänners skull. Tidöregeringen och Sverige doftar av 90-talets skinnskallar och människojakt. Vi får inte acceptera detta. Likt min skulptur som av vinden föll i leran så måste vi resa oss igen. Stå emot högervindarna. För John och för alla som på olika sätt idag lever i rädsla för var Sverige är på väg.

Jag lyssnade precis färdigt på ljudboksversionen av @nicolaslunabba s Inte din statsminister. Djupt berörd och omrörd. Igenkänningen i att vara en pappa till små barn som en ska försöka förklara världens mörker för, försvara från världens mörker. Han skrev bl.a om “blattarna, bögarna och judarna” som levde i rädsla för skinnskallarna som härjade under 90-talet. Jag var en av “bögarna”.

Det var skoldisko på folkets hus och vi hängde utanför. En nasse spottade på mitt sminkade ansikte. Han fortsatte bort till en grupp på ett 10-tal skinnskallar som alla snabbt vände sina blickar mot mig. Jag tog mig snabbt in till några vänner på grillen runt hörnet. Nassarna stod utanför fönstret och tittade på mig. En liten glasskiva var allt som skilde mig mellan skör säkerhet och något slags våld jag inte kunde veta slutet på. Jag fick låna en mobil av någon och ringde min pappa som kom och hämtade mig.

De omringade mig utanför kulturhuset. Det hade varit punkspelning med mosh-pit. Jag hade stött till axeln på en av nassarna under dansen och skulle nu dö. En snabbtänkt och modig kompis räddade mig då.

Nicolas skrev om John Hron. Pojken som mördades av nassar. Jag hade samlingsskivan “Vi håller inte käften”. En massa låtar av den tidens stora svenska alternativmusiknamn. Jag brukade titta på bilden av John i konvolutet. Vi var ganska lika varandra. Fast han var mer hårdrock, jag var mer emo. Jag fann tröst i skivan, men bar också rädslan för att sluta upp som honom.

Några år senare hade jag överlevt både mobbare och nassar och kände att jag började vara på andra sidan av det. Inga fler loskor i ansiktet, knivar mot halsen eller sparkar i magen. Jag var fortfarande rädd men jag hade funnit trygga rum och gatorna hade förändrats en aning. Jag hade slutat sminka mig. Den pojken dog på sitt vis i rädslan.

Idag känner jag den där rädslan igen. För mina vänners skull. Tidöregeringen och Sverige doftar av 90-talets skinnskallar och människojakt. Vi får inte acceptera detta. Likt min skulptur som av vinden föll i leran så måste vi resa oss igen. Stå emot högervindarna. För John och för alla som på olika sätt idag lever i rädsla för var Sverige är på väg.

Turns out that if I stop doom scrolling I start to write again. Who could have guessed!? 😂 it ended up with three new zines! They are all a mix of illustration, collage, poetry and longer form text. (Almost everything is written in Swedish.) Dm to purchase all 3 for 100 SEK, including shipping within Sweden. In other words, cheap as fuck!

Tal till nationen - about how I see the current political situation in Sweden. About the fascist state we have become. The urgency of fighting back against it while at the same time standing infront of everything that’s coming with our pending ecological collapse.

R52 - the most ”naked” thing I have ever written. About living with the combination of both mental and physical health issues. About fighting against a health care system that is quickly falling apart, and the constant feelings of guilt towards loved ones and the community. About sharing for the sake of not being alone.

Antigram - about the attention economy and trying to fight back against it. About going analog in a digital age. About being an anarchist dreamer and an artist in a capitalist hellscape, trying to find new ways of fighting and communicating.

Turns out that if I stop doom scrolling I start to write again. Who could have guessed!? 😂 it ended up with three new zines! They are all a mix of illustration, collage, poetry and longer form text. (Almost everything is written in Swedish.) Dm to purchase all 3 for 100 SEK, including shipping within Sweden. In other words, cheap as fuck!

Tal till nationen - about how I see the current political situation in Sweden. About the fascist state we have become. The urgency of fighting back against it while at the same time standing infront of everything that’s coming with our pending ecological collapse.

R52 - the most ”naked” thing I have ever written. About living with the combination of both mental and physical health issues. About fighting against a health care system that is quickly falling apart, and the constant feelings of guilt towards loved ones and the community. About sharing for the sake of not being alone.

Antigram - about the attention economy and trying to fight back against it. About going analog in a digital age. About being an anarchist dreamer and an artist in a capitalist hellscape, trying to find new ways of fighting and communicating.

Turns out that if I stop doom scrolling I start to write again. Who could have guessed!? 😂 it ended up with three new zines! They are all a mix of illustration, collage, poetry and longer form text. (Almost everything is written in Swedish.) Dm to purchase all 3 for 100 SEK, including shipping within Sweden. In other words, cheap as fuck!

Tal till nationen - about how I see the current political situation in Sweden. About the fascist state we have become. The urgency of fighting back against it while at the same time standing infront of everything that’s coming with our pending ecological collapse.

R52 - the most ”naked” thing I have ever written. About living with the combination of both mental and physical health issues. About fighting against a health care system that is quickly falling apart, and the constant feelings of guilt towards loved ones and the community. About sharing for the sake of not being alone.

Antigram - about the attention economy and trying to fight back against it. About going analog in a digital age. About being an anarchist dreamer and an artist in a capitalist hellscape, trying to find new ways of fighting and communicating.

Turns out that if I stop doom scrolling I start to write again. Who could have guessed!? 😂 it ended up with three new zines! They are all a mix of illustration, collage, poetry and longer form text. (Almost everything is written in Swedish.) Dm to purchase all 3 for 100 SEK, including shipping within Sweden. In other words, cheap as fuck!

Tal till nationen - about how I see the current political situation in Sweden. About the fascist state we have become. The urgency of fighting back against it while at the same time standing infront of everything that’s coming with our pending ecological collapse.

R52 - the most ”naked” thing I have ever written. About living with the combination of both mental and physical health issues. About fighting against a health care system that is quickly falling apart, and the constant feelings of guilt towards loved ones and the community. About sharing for the sake of not being alone.

Antigram - about the attention economy and trying to fight back against it. About going analog in a digital age. About being an anarchist dreamer and an artist in a capitalist hellscape, trying to find new ways of fighting and communicating.

Varmt välkomna till releasefest för vår fantasyroman Den sista sagan. Tisdag 21a april kl.19.00 på Musikhuset.

Sensommaren 2024 började vi prata om att vi ville skapa en saga om motstånd, gemenskap, kärlek - lite i Bröderna Lejonhjärtas anda.
Vi ville skapa något mot mörkret och hopplösheten och för alla våra kamrater i Palestinarörelsen som vi kämpat sida vid sida med.
Vi ville till hoppet, ljuset, och till de alternativa världarna; utopin som åtminstone kan väcka fantasier om hur en annan värld kan se ut.
Vi började följa våra huvudkaraktärer - Treva, Hugo och Historieskrivaren - på deras vindlande resa… och nu är vi här. Tack vare alla som stöttade vårt projekt på kickstarter, och nära och kära som stöttat på andra sätt. Vi har lyckats göra våra fantasier till en bok; att hålla i handen och förhoppningsvis få kraft ifrån.

Vi bjuder på uppläsning, musik (kanske allsång) och en liten gåva. Boken och illustrationer till romanen kommer att finnas till försäljning.

Vi skulle egentligen haft releasefesten i början av mars på Dag&Natt, men samma morgon fick vi veta att ägaren blivit utvisad, så vi önskar att denna kväll också får vara en manifestation för vad vi måste stå upp för: Medmänsklighet och kamp mot mörkret som sprider sig i Sverige, i världen. Vi samlas, denna gång, på Musikhuset - det enda stället i Gävle som känns som att kliva in i en famn.

Det finns bar och möjligheter att köpa käk.

Kom och stå upp för rättvisa och kärlek, och följ med oss in i sagans värld!

//Anna Jörgensdotter & Claes Kamp

“Och varje gång jag skrev FRIHET så mindes jag att den funnits, att den därförkan finnas igen.”

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Releasefesten är inställd! 

Ikväll skulle vi fira. Vi ville skapa ett litet ljus i mörkret. Ett utrymme där vi fick prata om hopp och om att så fröer. Jag skrev till min vän som äger baren där kvällens event skulle vara och hans svar var kort och fyllt med en känsla av förvirring och sorg. “I am so sorry” sade han innan han berättade att staten utan förvarning har dragit in hans alkohollicens och att han nu utvisas. Han kom hit för bara några år sedan men hade redan hunnit bygga upp något fint med flera anställda som jag antar nu blir arbetslösa.

Vår bok handlar om kampen för frihet. Om att stå upp mot orättvisor. Om att se att varje person har ett värde. Vi ställer in kvällens evenemang. Det får vänta lite och vi återkommer om ett nytt datum och en ny plats framöver.Ännu en vän och världsmedborgare som spottas på av den svenska regeringen.

I am so sorry skrev han. Men det är vi som är ledsna för hans skull och alla som utvisas, eller är rädda för att utvisas från ett land som har mer än det behöver men som inte vill dela med sig. Jag känner mig fylld av ilska när jag skriver det här, men känner fortfarande att det är hopp jag vill sprida. Hopp och fröer som kan gro till något bättre. Tänk på kärleken idag. Tänk på solidariteten. Möt främlingen med öppna armar och ta hand om dom som behöver tas om hand. 

Kampen fortsätter.

/ Claes & Anna

Maybe a trigger warning (Mental health)

I get up at 6 in the morning. Pick up our toddler and get her to the kitchen in the hopes of letting her mom and big sister sleep a bit longer. It’s the same most mornings. I give her something to eat while I drink coffee. We sit there, she tries to eat but most of it sticks to her face. I watch her with all the love that exists and think about the end of the world.

The last few months my depression and hopelessness has taken over. My family and a few friends keep me floating. The last week or two it’s been almost unbearable. It was the report from the British intelligence service about the global ecological collapse that finally got to me. In 5 years we are all fucked. I talk to some friends in Minneapolis. They feel unsafe but keep their heads high, even when ICE is pointing guns at them, holding them in the streets. Putting children in camps. One friend wrote “Minneapolis is where fascism goes to die” and it’s already the most badass quote of the year and once I would have dared hope it was true. I talk to friends with their family in Palestine, and by now of course, everyone knows how impossibly hard their situation is. How is it even possible that the world has watched these atrocities and has turned out even worse after it?

A few years ago when Jina Mahsa Amini was killed I had more energy, tried to learn more about the situation for the Kurdish people, the politics of Rojava, Iran and Turkey etc. Made art, civil disobedience, protests and fund raised and all that stuff. A few years before that I put everything I had into organising for people who fled here to Sweden from situations in countries that Sweden had a part in fucking up. The situation for the Roma people, the environment, our own shitty politics. (What a fucking shit show that’s become! The Swedish span of politics now goes from capitalist liberalism to fascism. WTF). Now there’s nothing left in me. I haven’t even been to a protest in 2026.

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All of a sudden they are here. The saga we made about freedom fighters in an occupied land. Our fairytale, our dreams. 400 pages that can be read as a simple story of resistance, or like a paraphrase on our society. Stacks of boxes with books are waiting for their new homes. Now we are just waiting for packing materials and then we will ship them to everyone that has preordered copies. If you want to buy one you can do so by the link in my bio.

I am so proud. So happy that I found @lasanvaresa in this.

Beyond all the shitty thoughts and emotions that comes with my mental health issues (the reason I’ve been very quiet on social media lately.) I believe there is still hope for us. For all the people suffering at the hands of the ruling class. For Mother Earth. We just need to take our roles as members of society seriously and find our way of chipping in. In large parts, that’s what the book is about. There is hope, somewhere. We just need to find it.